Our swords, pikes, and axes
As if they had sharper edges
Victory is close - at hand
Hymns are sung in the land
Ends this horrid dream of enemies
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/6v3n ]And begins their eternal sleep
Perhaps when circle reachers it´s end
Where something is born, other's dead
Rival's plunder'll be no more
From blood our bliss is born
That all without hesitating
Must be duly celebrated