3 acessos
When the fiends have come there is nowhere to hide
I must swing my axe, by brother 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 til 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 til 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 til the end