The Shield-Wall

When the fiends have come there is nowhere to hide

I must swing my axe, my brothers at my side

Feeding on our own fear, passions running high

Fleeing not a choice, better to fight and die

In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land

Holding on till the end

Brace the storm and keep the shining blades at bay

Fight to let our kingdom live another day

Heed the old ones' cries, we mustn't let them down

We will slaughter them to keep them from the crown

In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land

Holding on till the end

Flanas geseca me

Ecga beata me

Beornas wielda me

Cyningas sind genered urh me

Iren gewunda me

W pen deria me

Cempa teora me

Cynedom is gewered urh me

In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land

Holding on till the end.