Dressed not in mourning but in black
 See the fire in our eyes
 Always ready to fight back
 Never hiding in disguise 

Many enemies bring much honour...

(Sh'ma Yisra'el Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Eḥad)

The fighting man shall from the sun
 Take warmth and life from the glowing earth
 Speed with the light-foot winds [bad word] 
 And with the trees to newer birth
 An [bad word] of heaven
 Hold him in [bad word] 
 The dog-star and the sister seven
 The Will to Power and a sworded hip

Many enemies bring much honour...

And when the burning moment breaks
 And all things else are out of mind
 And only joy of battle takes
 Him by the throat and makes him blind
 Through joy and blindness he shall know
 Not caring much to know that still
 Nor lead nor steel shall reach him so
 That it be not his Destined Will

Many enemies bring much honour...

(Sh'ma Yisra'el Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Eḥad)

The thundering line of battle stands
 And in the air, death's history
 The day shall clasp him with strong hands
 The night shall hold sweet victory
The woodland trees that stand together
 They stand to him each one a friend
The woodland trees that stand together
 They stand to him each one a friend

Many enemies bring much honour...