1. The soul flounders in the swamp of death
Assailed by sorrows, yet itself untouched,

2. For neither growing hopes nor pains depress me now
Since resolution made its home within my heart.

3. I strive, convinced that if kind Fate assists
My effort, my desires will be attained.

4. And I have fixed resolves the valiant know
Will loose the blades before the swords are drawn.

5. I’ll fight great wars till floods of blood are spilled,
Pouring in torrents, ebbing not nor dried.

6. I will find rest though constantly my feet
Stumble and stammer, shaken by the storm.

7. For every saddle on a steed of pride
A place awaits the noble cavalier,

8. And every valiant heart will find its path
Among the flashing swords and thundering hooves.

9. Will the bright spring of youth fade quite away
Before achievements that will shake the world?

10. Before events that rend the veil of heaven?
Am I a coward's son to sheathe the sword