Tracks

01. Engla Tocyme
02. Into The Forever
03. Iron Hand
04. Fifeldor
05. The Swan's Road
06. Forever In Chains
07. The Fate Of Kings



01. Engla Tocyme

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"

(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)

Engla tocyme...


02. Into The Forever

Intensity - a fire does burn in us
Adversity - nothing can hinder us
Fervency - strong enough is no enemy
Victory - eminence is our destiny

Mortality - We're not afraid of the other side
Bravery - from our fate we refuse to hide
Ignominy - In our hearts is no room for shame
Prosperity - What is ours we shall now regain

To the battle we'll storm and fill the souls of our foe with fear
Crush their towars and their rule until all signs of them disappar

Supremacy - Redeemind our dignity
Liberty - free of nonentity
Mastery - towards our own ends we go
Eternity - into the forever we flow


03. Iron Hand

A dark cloud descends on our domain
The storm of dread, the wielder of pain
Pounded by the iron rain up high
Now an onslaught of terror is nigh

A war has begun
The war must be won

Fortress so tall to oppress her
Lord of enforcement, aggressor
Founding a war that will run
For a thousand years to come

Born to rule with an iron hand
Waging fire throughout the land
Work the machine, blood, swear and tears
This war will run for a thousand years

Baron ways bring barren lands
Feuding for power, blood on their hands
Overlords with ambition deranged
Ruthless rule, a kingdom up in flames


04. Fifeldor

In times of old beyond the sea
When Wærmund ruled the Angelcynn
To him was born a worthy son
That would in time a hero become
Raiders from the borderlands
English blood on Myrging hands
The time would come for swords to shine
The time would come to draw the line!

Fifelfdor! Where Myrging blood was poured
Fifeldor! Where Angeln was secured
Fifeldor! Where Offa made his stand
Fifeldor! To hold the English land

Dishonour plagued his youthful mind
A shameful act by his own kind
And spoke he not a single word
But still with time he would be heard
Across the Eider Myrgings came
Demanding that tribute be paid
(to their Swabian overlord)
The time would come for swords to shine
The time would come to draw the line!

At Monster-Gate the duellists met
A kingdom's fate in Offa's hands
With Stedefæst prepared to strike
Steel would soon shine bloody wet
Around the Eider saw the crowds
A nation saved - a hero made
Knelt Offa at the Eider's flow
And cleansed the blood from on his blade

"And sweorde merce gemærde wid Myrgingum bi Fifeldore; heolden ford siddan Engle ond Swæfe swa hit Offa geslog"

(With his lone sword he fixed the border against the Myrgings at Moster-Gate; ever since, the English and the Swabians have kept it as Offa won it)


05. The Swan's Road

The Vessel forsook the land of the Danes,
Moved out to stir the deep water.
Then at the mast the sail was made fast by a rope,
a fine sea-dress; the water-borne Timbers creaked.

The wind over the billows did not hinder the wave-floater from its journey.
The sea-traveller advanced, floated foamy-necked over the waves,
the clamped prow over The ocean currents,
until they could descry the Geatish cliffs.

Driven by the breeze,
the craft Pressed forwards,
grounded on land.


06. Forever In Chains

Walls surround me as the years pass slowly by
Wonder what I might have been
Battle-slaughter and a kingdom overthrown
Are only shadowy tales for me

My kingly blood, it has condemned me to this fate
I'll never see the light of day again
How I long to have fought with
my brothers side by side
Only death shall end my pain

While kinds and men are slain
As royal buildings rise and fall
These walls shall be my home
I'll be forever in chains

Darkness fills me but my dignity prevails
Prison walls are all I know
History unfolds as I am left behind
Trapped within a web of time


07. The Fate Of Kings

"I give words of thanks for these adornments which I gaze on here, that I was able to Acquire such things for my people before the moment of death. Now that I have paid for the Horde of treasures which the life allotted me, you must attend to the people's needs Henceforth; I can remain here no longer! Bid those famous for war to build a fine mound After the pyre on the headland by the sea; it shall tower high on Whale's Cape as a Remembrance to my people, so that seafarers when they drive their tall ships from afar Across the mists of the flood will thereafter call it Beowulf's Barrow"