Idioma Origen:
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
Idioma Destino:
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