Letra de Brunanburh - Forefather

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!
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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 wear� w�l mare
On �is eiglande �fre gieta
Folces gefylled beforan �issum
Sweordes ecgum, ��s �e us secga� bec
Ealde u�witan, si��an eastan hider
Engle and Seaxe up becoman
Ofer brad brimu Brytene sohtan
Wlance wigsmi�as, Wealas ofercoman
orlas arhwate, eard begeatan