Ordenshymne

A question of honour

When two men collide
It's a question of honour
When two men collide
It's a question of honour

If you win or you lose, it's a question of honour
And the way that you choose, it's a question of honour

I can't tell what's wrong or right
If black is white or day is night
But I know when two men collide
It's a question of honour


Unsere Hoffnung

I shot an arrow into the air,
If fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.