Battle-weary and sunburnt

Battle-weary and sunburnt,

far away by the heathen shore -

forest-green Thuringia -

I think of you.

Mild and clear starshine,

you shall be my messenger;

go, greet my homeland

far beyond the sea!

Enemies on every side

my bronze weapons defy;

but against the pain of longing

there is no shield to protect me.

Yet however my heart laments,

I endure without despair:

he who braves God's crusade

must bear his cross in silence.

Over there, by the Belus brook,

the vanguard has already awakened;

today the sound of smashing spears rings out again

through the fields of Kishon.

Hark! how the roosters crow!

Today breakfast will sit uneaten

for today, worthy Saracens.,

we shall hew our fill.