Seventy hounds flew like arrows,
Chasing the deer toward you,
The best archer, a little bit tipsy with love,
You only knew the joy of victory.
Cursed with fear by thy people.
Death touches no devil!
But you were the immortal messenger of light,
But the people kept on saying.
On thy crest is the motto:
"HOLD FAST."
HOLD FAST!
In the realm of chaos and lies:
"HOLD FAST."
"HOLD FAST," the thunder repeats after you,
"HOLD FAST" lightning draws with fire
From age to age, from peace to war,
Thou hast walked, a stranger to mortals,
How betrayed, crucified, and lied.
The immortal hero knew it all.
The pain in the soul of all the living and the dead,
The moaning of beloved dead
Where the Herald of Hell's jubilant whirlwind,
With his black singing sword?
On thy crest is the motto:
"HOLD FAST, "
HOLD FAST!
In the realm of chaos and lies:
"HOLD FAST."
"HOLD FAST," the thunder repeats after you,
"HOLD FAST" lightning draws with fire
And you were the immortal messenger of light,
But people kept saying
On your coat of arms is your motto:
"HOLD FAST, "
HOLD FAST!
For those who live on earth:
"HOLD FAST"
For those who wander in the darkness:
"HOLD FAST."
HOLD FAST!
Eternity knows your motto.