Engla Tocyme

from Engla Tocyme by Forefather

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Men of the sea, on the waves they did ride
Drifting towards their new dawn
Sailing forth with the wind as their guide
Fathers of a kingdom to be born

Their blood flows in me
Through their eyes I see
With their spirit I shall bring down my blade
I speak with their words
Their callings I have heard
For their honour I shall bring down my blade

Offa's sons, by the waters they fared
Gliding beyond Angeln's plains
Swiftly on to their fortune's ahead
Masters of a land to be claimed

"Hruron and feolion cynelicu getimbru somod and anlipie, and gehwær sacerdas and mæssepreostas betwuh wideum wæron slægene and cwielmde; biscopas mid folcum buton ænigre are sceawunga ætgædre mid iserne and lige fornumene wæron"

Translation: Kingly buildings tumbled and fell, together and singularly, and everywhere priests and clergymen were slain and killed among their altars; bishops with their folk without regard to any mercy were destroyed with iron and fire together

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from Engla Tocyme, released March 1, 2002
Music and Lyrics: Wulfstan

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