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.