Last of the Line

Man, your walls or flee, for this time we pay no fee

Hear our last reply; may you answer with no retreat

Bow your heads down low for the rule of the marshland king

Stir the land awake for a tale the bards will sing

See the storm rise across the sea

Raven curse come to harry our shores

They will not see the English flee

Rally with your king from the isle of sanctuary

Sons of Wessex fly! To secure our history

Send the heralds forth for our loyalties to bind

Righteous laws I vow for the sake of all our kind

See the storm rise across the sea

Raven curse come to Harry, our shoes

They will not see the English flee

Rise the great you are duty bound

Grand defender, the bane of the Danes

Turn the tidings at Ethandune

Foolish is he who shuns understanding,

Forsaking his task in this world

Longing to reach the true honorable life,

Leave my memory in noble works

See the storm rise across the sea

Raven curse come to Harry, our shoes

They will not see the English flee

Rise the great you are duty bound

Grand defender, the bane of the Danes

Spread the tidings of Ethandune