Winterfylleth - The Fields Of Reckoning

Learned we in former-days
Of glory-blessed heroes
The thegns of the Lord
Their force did not fail
In the war
When banners clashed together

Illustrious men upon the earth
Bold folk-leaders on the fields of reckoning
Doughty Warriors, Battle-Brave!
When shield and hand defended their crown
When all man's land was wound in murder
The enemy's deceit was rife within the kingdom

On the dwelling-place of mighty men
Homeland of heroes, they of true spirit!
Neither bread, nor water for men
Consumed they, blood and skin throughout the nation
The flesh-homes of foreign-coming men
Such was the peace-less token

The violence of the wretched
That the enemy, sword-grim and sad-minded
Destroyed the sight of th eyes
With the point of spears

Then they strove against incursion
Swiftly under shield
Bristling with spears
Enraged ash-bearers
Corwards the flight's flame!
One and all, together, for home!