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 gesecaþ me
 Ecga beataþ me
 Beornas wieldaþ me
 Cyningas sind genered þurh me
 Iren gewundaþ me
 Wæpen deriaþ me
 Cempa teoraþ me
 Cynedom is gewered þurh me
 In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land
 Holding on till the end .