When the fiends have come there is nowhere to hide
I must swing my axe, my brothers at my side
Feeding on our own fear, passions running high
Fleeing not a choice, better to fight and die

In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land
Holding on till the end

Brace the storm and keep the shining blades at bay
Fight to let our kingdom live another day
Heed the old ones' cries, we mustn't let them down
We will slaughter them to keep them from the crown

In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land
Holding on till the end

Flanas gesecaþ me
Ecga beataþ me
Beornas wieldaþ me
Cyningas sind genered þurh me

Iren gewundaþ me
Wæpen deriaþ me
Cempa teoraþ me
Cynedom is gewered þurh me

In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land
Holding on till the end .

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