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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.