Текст песни The Shield-Wall

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 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 til the end