Music & Lyrics Wulfstan
Our lord of warriors eternal glory won By the sword's edge at Brunanburh Smashed the shield-wall and drove them from the land The enemy doomed they fell and the field was dark with blood
Shot with spears, the crushed assailants fled In revenge we rode them down and the vanquished took to sea Edward's sons victorious in war Made mountains of the slain and the wolves and crows did feast
Great slaughter made and the fields of Britain tamed Lord of the fyrd, he fared north and he held his sway Mastery claimed and the hearts of the beaten shamed Engla Cyning - Rex Totius Britaniae! Legend made at Brunanburh
Mighty victory has no name In the shadow of Senlac's fame Words that glorify on a withered page Lost in the myth of a dark age
Ne wearš węl mare on žis eiglande ęfre gieta folces gefylled beforan žissum sweordes ecgum, žęs že us secgaš bec, ealde ušwitan, sižžan eastan hider Engle and Seaxe up becoman, ofer brad brimu Brytene sohtan, wlance wigsmižas, Wealas ofercoman, eorlas arhwate, eard begeatan.
(Old English recital from Battle of Brunanburh poem)
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