歌曲 | Brunanburh |
歌手 | Forefather |
专辑 | Steadfast |
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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! | |
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 wearð wæl mare | |
on þis eiglande æfre gieta | |
folces gefylled beforan þissum | |
sweordes ecgum, þæs þe us secgað bec, | |
ealde uðwitan, siþþan eastan hider | |
Engle and Seaxe up becoman, | |
ofer brad brimu Brytene sohtan, | |
wlance wigsmiþas, Wealas ofercoman, | |
eorlas arhwate, eard begeatan. | |
(Old English recital from Battle of Brunanburh poem) |
Our lord of warriors eternal glory won | |
By the sword' s edge at Brunanburh | |
Smashed the shieldwall 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! | |
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, | |
eorlas arhwate, eard begeatan. | |
Old English recital from Battle of Brunanburh poem |
Our lord of warriors eternal glory won | |
By the sword' s edge at Brunanburh | |
Smashed the shieldwall 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! | |
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, | |
eorlas arhwate, eard begeatan. | |
Old English recital from Battle of Brunanburh poem |