1. The sword's edge alone will suffice me
Among the excited ones, its flash they will think a shooting star

2. And darker than the glance of fickle fortune's spears at eve
I have sharpened its crow that it shall not be brought to reason

3. With it I defend the battalion every day
Whenever war blazes into flames

4. And around me a band who grew up noble and pure
Seeking spoils and plunder

5. And they shall not escape the danger of death
Seeking money therein is perilous

6. So cease your threats and kindle a fire
When it dies out, you pray to it a flame