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...