The Fields of Reckoning - Winterfylleth

Learned we in former-days,

Of glory-blessed heroes,

The thegns of the Lord,

Their force did not fail,

In the war,

When banners clashed together.

Illustrious men upon the earth,

Bold folk-leaders on the fields of reckoning

Doughty Warriors, Battle-Brave!

When shield and hand defended their crown.

When all man’s land was wound in murder,

The enemy’s deceit was rife within the kingdom.

On the dwelling-place of mighty men,

Homeland of heroes.

They of true spirit!

Neither bread, nor water for men,

Consumed they, blood and skin throughout the nation,

The flesh-homes of foreign-coming men,

Such was the peace-less token

The violence of the wretched,

That the enemy, sword-grim and sad-minded,

Destroyed the sight of th eyes,

With the point of spears.

Then they strove against incursion,

Swiftly under shield,

Bristling with spears,

Enraged ash-bearers,

Corwards the flight’s flame!

One and all, together, for home!