While below
opposing forces
Fight, above on cloudy horses
Three Valkyres ride, their singing
Like the clashing of shields, ringing.
Princes wrangle and people fight,
They are all contending for might;
The highest prize is conquest,
Of all virtues, courage is best.
All things to death will be subject,
For no proud helmet can protect,
And when the hero's blood has run,
The wicked one the day has won.
Laurel wreaths, triumphal arches!
In the morning in he marches,
He, who had the upper hand,
Winning the people and their land.
Burgomaster and Senator
Hasten to meet their victor,
To him they surrender the key,
And the train enters the city.
From the city-walls cannons crash,
Kettle-drums resound, trumpets clash,
The ringing of bells fills the sky,
And " hurrah ", the people cry.
On the balconies are standing
Beauteous women who throw, smiling
To the victor, wreaths of flowers.
He salutes with haughty manners!
