By My Lord I Will Lie

Hark to this folk's decree

Spear and sword-edge we'll yield to ye

Here a good warrior stands

Sworn to steadfastly guard this ground

Brace, harness the wolf within

Faith, to flee is the gravest sin

By my lord I will lie

Clash, enemy striking forth

Hold, never give up the cause

By my lord I will die

Come, wave-wolves to war

Fare ye freely across the ford

Fate alone shall decide

Who shall master this battle site

Brace, harness the wolf within

Faith, to flee is the gravest sin

By my lord I will lie

Clash, enemy striking forth

Hold, never give up the cause

By my lord I will die

'Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre,

mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað.'

- Battle of Maldon

(Thought shall be the harder, heart the keener,

Courage the greater, as our strength lessens.)

Then spoke the old man, shield raised to the sky

Shamed be the ones who seek to abandon the strife

Long I am lived, here I will stay

One with my lord, not turn away

Loud over the sword-play besieged warriors heard

Proud men inspired by the wise spearman's words

Long I am lived, here I will stay

One with my lord, not turn away

Here on the cold ground loyal in death I will remain

Brace, harness the wolf within

Faith, to flee is the gravest sin

By my lord I will lie

Clash, enemy striking forth

Hold, never give up the cause

By my lord I will die