Hear the warhorns sounding all across the land
Take up axe and spear as brothers will we stand
Together march to battle, hearken to the call
One land, one king, one heart, one wall.
A land untamed and wild, or so the legends say
Fierce warlike folk, ready for the fray
Out of blood and battle, a warlord earns word-fame
And the heirs of his body, are Bretwalda named.
Hear the warhorns sounding all across the land
Take up axe and spear as brothers will we stand
Together march to battle, hearken to the call
One land, one king, one heart, one wall.
The winds of war blow wild, like waves the raiders come
By great skill and prowess, a mighty crown was won.
Join with us my brothers, march now with our King.
Unfurl your bright banners, let your voices ring!
Hear the warhorns sounding all across the land
Take up axe and spear as brothers will we stand
Together march to battle, hearken to the call
One land, one king, one heart, one wall.
A tale well-known from days of old, battle on the sand,
The foe was cruel and mighty, our war-host made a stand.
Though fallen was our lord, each stayed and did his part.
Their valor shaped our land, and from them we take heart!
Hear the warhorns sounding all across the land
Take up axe and spear as brothers will we stand
Together march to battle, hearken to the call
One land, one king, one heart, one wall.
Tis twice within a season, that we are called to war
Yet we remain undaunted, though foemen come once more
Our shields became a wall, high upon the hill
We swore to never yield, and some are up there still
Hear the warhorns echo all across the land
Set down your axe and spear, raise a cup in hand
As one we march to battle and answer to the call
One land, one king, one heart, one wall.