The victorious battle of the soldiers of the Highest King marketh this day for peoples that believe in this same King.
They had spurned the pleasure of worldly things and took up each day the cross once foul.
The savagery of none keepeth them from Christ, but rather they hasten to Him with a thousand deaths.
Not any prison nor any chain maketh the breasts that are strong in Christ to yield: nor do the dread bites of wild beasts hollow out the firm spirit of martyrs.
The sword that hangeth over the head scareth not the bravest soldiers of the Best Master.
Now inwith God’s Hand they leap for delight upon the once cruel raging of their persecutors and offer to Christ’s people a consolation amidst all the toils of this slippery age.
Ye who are the martyrs of Christ, be ye sure alway to commend us, who are exceeding frail, to the Just Judge with your earnest prayers!