Sometimes great fighters in the days of yore
Proved victors far from foe or battle field,
And hidden from men’s eyes made lethal war.

The monk at Worms who stood and would not yield,
In peril of great Rome’s cursed flaming stake,
Was stol’n and in old Wartburg’s keep concealed,

And there with pen and prayer did undertake
To loose the word of God on German lands,
To wake the dead and Satan’s bondage break.

So may one truly for the truth then stand
Far from his enemy’s chosen battle site,
And still God give his foe into his hand,
And prove a flight the truest way to fight.