With my hand I shall see peace be
With my sword I shall defend thee
And with my heart I shall honour thy word
But the battle doth wait yet more.
With my eyes I shall behold thou
With my lips I shalt speak of how
With the sword, forged in the West
Thy soul shall triumph there.
With my hand, my King
My sword shalt yield.
With my eyes I shalt see thee win
With my mind I shall wander home,
No more time waiting here alone.