Hark to this folk's decree Spear and sword-edge we'll yield to ye Here a good warrior stands Sworn to steadfastly guard this ground Brace, harness the wolf within Faith, to flee is the gravest sin By my lord I will lie Clash, enemy striking forth Hold, never give up the cause By my lord I will die Come, wave-wolves to war Fare ye freely across the ford Fate alone shall decide Who shall master this battle site Brace, harness the wolf within Faith, to flee is the gravest sin By my lord I will lie Clash, enemy striking forth Hold, never give up the cause By my lord I will die 'Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað.' - Battle of Maldon (Thought shall be the harder, heart the keener, Courage the greater, as our strength lessens.) Then spoke the old man, shield raised to the sky Shamed be the ones who seek to abandon the strife Long I am lived, here I will stay One with my lord, not turn away Loud over the sword-play besieged warriors heard Proud men inspired by the wise spearman's words Long I am lived, here I will stay One with my lord, not turn away Here on the cold ground loyal in death I will remain Brace, harness the wolf within Faith, to flee is the gravest sin By my lord I will lie Clash, enemy striking forth Hold, never give up the cause By my lord I will die