I leave now my love, I fear.
Cautious not, we are all unveiled.
As snow may fall upon our heads,
That nightingale may sing unfed.

Threats your heart, for we are all unclear.
By God, we walked; By him, we feared.
That angry sky, that day may be.
I need not pretend; I withstood the years.

As far the sun may seem, as near.
The light, we will amend, my dear.
That day will come, that night will fall,
For we await as cold.
Our feet may freeze but not our thoughts,
As clear, as clear.

I beg of you, not one more tear.
I may be dead by thundering spears,
But I remain the mightiest sword.
My soul undead; My voice they hear.
My horse still runs at the castle’s rear,
Against that wind, against that year.