Forefather - Engla Tocyme - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Men of the sea, on the waves they did ride

Drifting toward 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 fortunes ahead

Masters of a land to be claimed

Old English: Hruron and feollon cynelicu getimbru somod and anlipie, and gehwær sacerdas and mæssepreostas betwuh wibedum wæron slægene and cwielmde; biscopas mid folcum buton ænigre are sceawunge 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 alters; bishops with their folk without regard to any mercy were destroyed with iron and fire together.