- Summers grace I see
upon the mace,
Marching fast we set the pace,
Longing for the long forgotten embrace.
- Seeing spears and
lances doing there deadly dances,
We pray for our souls to live in warriors graces,
Hoping to find again the twirling vices.
- Swords and shields
of steel speak out with zeal,
Sending out a resounding peel,
Sound a ringing song of dying deals,
Ale we plead for as our last meal.