No one rushes to the Night
For At dawn we go to battle
We are ready to die for our king
Here at the field by Breitenfeldt

Swedes to fire
God then is with us!
Battle for our faith Give no pardons

Gott mit uns, our king has spoken
Hear our battle cry Gott mit uns!

From a battlefield of blood
Born a great power of courage
From the north we hit Where we stand!