Fifeldor

In times of old beyond the sea
 When Wærmund 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
 Fifeldor! 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 had come for swords to shine
 The time had come to draw the line
 At Monster-Gate the duellists met
 A kingdom's fate in Offa's hands
 With Stedefæst 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
 Old English: Ane sweorde merce gemærde wið Myrgingum bi Fifeldore; heolden forð siþþan Engle ond Swæfe swa hit Offa geslog
 Translation: With his lone sword he fixed the border against the Myrgings at Monster-Gate; ever since, the English and the Swabians have kept it as Offa won it.