1. We are a people with no refuge in our land
Except for merciless sharp swords

2. And slaughter has left of us only a band
That fights for our sake and engages in contests

3. A whiteness that cannot be bought with anything it missed
Our tongues and flashing swords pierce andlacerate

4. We left on it the thrust of two well-honed swords
And the slashing of a sword that clashed as it hacked