Here must we hold
So hearken to my counsel
Felled is our lord
Slain by foemen on the field
Now we must honor
The oaths we made in mead-hall
Now we must shoulder
The burden of his shield
Great were his gifts
Of gold and noble gemstones
High were the halls
Where the heroes boasted so
He was our lord and
Loathe am I to leave him
Vow to avenge him
By vanquishing the foe
For our hands shall be the harder, and our will shall be the wiser
And our hearts shall be bolder as our strength must end
Come and follow me to glory, so that when they tell the story
We shall not be forgotten in the halls of men
I will not flee, but
farther will I follow
Boldly to battle
With broadsword in my hand
More than my life
Was the love I bore for Bryhtnoth
Fierce will I fight now
And so defend this land
Come I from kindred
Of honor and of courage
Ne'er shall they say
That I nothing was at war
Stand with me steadfast
Staunch against the Vikings
Wield ye your weapons
Like warriors of yore
For our hands shall be the harder, and our will shall be the wiser
And our hearts shall be bolder as our strength must end
Come and follow me to glory, so that when they tell the story
We shall not be forgotten in the halls of men
We stand undaunted
The last of the defenders
Stout-hearted men
Who can strike a mighty blow
We will encourage
Each other in the war-play
Let them advance now
For we shall lay them low
Death is our doom
But let us die with honor
All that lives after
Is what the bards do say
Fight to be worthy
Of fame in the future
Let them remember
The deeds we do today
For our hands shall be the harder, and our will shall be the wiser
And our hearts shall be bolder as our strength must end
Come and follow me to glory, so that when they tell the story
We shall not be forgotten in the halls of men
We shall not be forgotten in the halls of men