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"