1. O sword of God's religion, the enemy is not pleased
If only your sword was as just as your justice

2. Whenever you draw your sword in battle
Their swords emerge to meet yours

3. The meadows are drenched in starlight
The water glitters like pearls

4. The armor is a robe clad with eagles
The earth a carpet strewn with steeds

5. Falcons swoop down upon falcons and meet
Among the horsemen, fierce and valiant

6. And the lines of your horses, their markings
Are brown, dotted with blood, taking shape