Fifeldor

In times of old beyond the sea

When Wćrmund ruled the Angelcynn

To him was born a worthy son

That would in time a hero become

Raiders from the borderlands

English blood on Myrging hands

The time would come for swords to shine

The time would come to draw the line!

Fifelfdor! Where Myrging blood was poured

Fifeldor! Where Angeln was secured

Fifeldor! Where Offa made his stand

Fifeldor! To hold the English land

Dishonour plagued his youthful mind

A shameful act by his own kind

And spoke he not a single word

But still with time he would be heard

Across the Eider Myrgings came

Demanding that tribute be paid

(to their Swabian overlord)

The time would come for swords to shine

The time would come to draw the line!

At Monster-Gate the duellists met

A kingdom's fate in Offa's hands

With Stedefćst prepared to strike

Steel would soon shine bloody wet

Around the Eider saw the crowds

A nation saved - a hero made

Knelt Offa at the Eider's flow

And cleansed the blood from on his blade

"And sweorde merce gemćrde wid Myrgingum bi Fifeldore; heolden ford siddan Engle ond Swćfe swa hit Offa geslog"

[Translate to English: With his lone sword he fixed the border against the Myrgings at Moster-Gate; ever since, the English and the Swabians have kept it as Offa won it]