Men of the sea, on the waves they did ride Drifting towards their new dawn Sailing forth with the wind as their guide Fathers of a kingdom to be born Their blood flows in me Through their eyes I see With their spirit I shall bring down my blade I speak with their words Their callings I have heard For their honour I shall bring down my blade Offa's sons, by the waters they fared Gliding beyond Angeln's plains Swiftly on to their fortune's ahead Masters of a land to be claimed "Hruron and feolion cynelicu getimbru somod and anlipie, and gehwær sacerdas and mæssepreostas betwuh wideum wæron slægene and cwielmde; biscopas mid folcum buton ænigre are sceawunga ætgædre mid iserne and lige fornumene wæron" (Kingly buildings tumbled and fell, together and singularly, and everywhere priests and clergymen were slain and killed among their altars; bishops with their folk without regard to any mercy were destroyed with iron and fire together) Engla tocyme...