Engla Tocyme
Men of the sea, on the waves they did ride
Drifting towards their new dawn
Sailing forth with the wind as their guide
Fathers of a kingdom to be born
Their blood flows in me
Through their eyes I see
With their spirit I shall bring down my blade
I speak with their words
Their callings I have heard
For their honour I shall bring down my blade
Offa's sons, by the waters they fared
Gliding beyond Angeln's plains
Swiftly on to their fortune's ahead
Masters of a land to be claimed
"Hruron and feolion cynelicu getimbru somod and anlipie, and gehwćr sacerdas and mćssepreostas betwuh wideum wćron slćgene and cwielmde; biscopas mid folcum buton ćnigre are sceawunga ćtgćdre mid iserne and lige fornumene wćron"
Engla tocyme...