Med Hevede Sverd - Antestor

Vi kommer tilbake p hvite hester,

Med sverdene hevet klare til kamp!

Vi strider med Kristus mot hedningefolket,

Som slo seg p brystet og sa:

«Gud han er dd», de ville ei knele,

De ville ei dpes I natt skal de d!

Hver eneste en de ender med sine, I helvdes rige,

Menn uten mot ml og mening.

Gud, kan ei bl

I natt skal du d Sverdene I vre hender

Frir deg ut fra jordiske bnd

Vi tar vre hester sammen med Kristus

Oppad vi farer mot himmelens hall

Der skal vi I sammen med Herren regjere

Hans styrke bestare til evige tider

Med frihet og glede I lyset fra tronen

Vare trette sjel vil der finne hvile

Men utenfor skjrer de tenner og grter

Vare du ei en dre nare du tar ditt valg

N ser vi I et speil som I en gte

Men da skal vi se utilslrt

Himmelen penbart!

We'll be back on white horses,

With the swords raised ready for battle!

We fight with Christ against the Gentiles,

Who slapped his chest and said:

"God he is dead", they would not kneel,

They did not want to die Tonight they will die!

Every single one they end up with their, In the realm of hell,

Men without courage and meaning.

God, can not bl

Tonight you will die The swords In our hands

Free yourself from earthly bonds

We take our horses with Christ

Up we go towards the hall of heaven

There we shall reign with the Lord

His strength endures forever

With freedom and joy In the light of the throne

Our weary soul will find rest there

But outside they cut their teeth and cried

If you are a door closer you make your choice

Now we see in a mirror as in a gte

But then we shall see undisguised

The sky is clear!