When the seeds of strife are clearly sown
The poor his croft the king his throne
But my brother still stands close to me
When the lindens close together stand
The coward pulls away his hand
But my brother still stands close to me
When politics confounds the meek
Fortunes of war divide the weak
But my brother still stands close to me
When the rune graved arrow calls the fyrd
And flaxen spearmen meet their wyrd
My brother still stands close to me
When the paths of war are fairly trod
Lesser men have nought but god
But my brother still stands close to me
When bloody combat lays me low
Pain and tears are all I know
My brother still stands close to me
So when the battle has been won
Father turns again to son
And my brother still stands close to me