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 gesecaю me
Ecga beataю me
Beornas wieldaю me
Cyningas sind genered юurh me

Iren gewundaю me
Wжpen deriaю me
Cempa teoraю me
Cynedom is gewered юurh me

In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land
Holding on til the end