On the eve of battle
I fall upon my knees
To crawl before you Great One
And offer you these pleas

Let the enemy be strong
Let the enemy be fierce
Make his weapons sharp
So my shield they’ll pierce

Let my arm grow weak
In that crucial time
Let me find the Sleep
And on the blood field lie

I wish to run forever
On your field of green and gold
With You, my Creator and
My kin of same make and mold

Please hear your warrior
I appeal to you alone
End my work in this foreign land
And let me return home