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 �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 gesecad me Egg Beatad me Beornas Wieldad me Cyningas sind genered durh me
Iren gewundad me Waepan Derjad me Cempa Teorad me Cynedom is gewered durh me
In the shield wall we stand To defend our land Holding on �til the end
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