Forward went they, with weapons drawn Swiftly under linden-shields, Fervent were the fierce to battle. When for their blessed one did serve.
Strong were they with hostile craft, Men hell-prone, with wounding rage, With steadfast faith and soulful mind, Drove through the heathens striking blows.
Then a voice from high was heard, Wondrously under the skies, The sound of a prophetic word, Emboldens they in evil bonds.
That then shall come among the hordes, Hand-warfare, through spear grips might, Send forth his spirit and so come hither, To pave their way in deeds of spite.
Strong were they with hostile craft, Men hell-prone, with wounding rage, With steadfast faith and soulful mind, Drove through the heathens striking blows.
Then a voice from high was heard, Wondrously under the skies, The sound of a prophetic word, Emboldens they in evil bonds.
"Guardian of the world, Keep my mind firmly fixed, Father of all, Bright giver of life, I pray that thou appoint me not, Amongst these guilty ones, And spare my soul As shall I do thy will"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.