Forefather 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.
