When at last I lay it down
This sword will be bloody
For now it has no sheath
Except in my foe’s body.

When at last my Lord removes them
My breastplate, my greaves will be dented
My gauntlets, my helm will be worn
But my soul is forever restored.

When at last this war is won
I’ll join the victors at the gates
But I am not there yet
So I’m jumping the grave
I’m gonna run one more day.

When at last I am brought home
My King will give me rest
And say to me
“You’ve done well”