By Rosalind Jehanne
Lyrics
Here must we hold. So hearken to my counsel.
Felled is our lord; slain by foemen on the field.
Now we must honor the oaths we made in mead-hall.
Now we must shoulder the burden of his shield.
Great were his gifts of gold and noble gemstones.
High were the halls where the heroes boasted so.
He was our lord and loathe am I to leave him.
Vow to avenge him by vanquishing the foe.
(Chorus)
For our hands shall be the harder, and our will shall be the wiser,
And our hearts shall be bolder as our strength must end.
Come and follow me to glory, so that when they tell the story,
We shall not be forgotten in the halls of men.
I will not flee, but farther will I follow,
Boldly to battle with broadsword in my hand.
More than my life was the love I bore for Bryhtnoth.
Fierce will I fight now and so defend this land.
Come I from kindred of honor and of courage.
Ne'er shall they say that I nothing was at war.
Stand with me steadfast staunch against the Vikings.
Wield ye your weapons like warriors of yore.
(Chorus)
We stand undaunted the last of the defenders,
Stout-hearted men who can strike a mighty blow.
We will encourage each other in the war-play.
Let them advance now for we shall lay them low.
Death is our doom but let us die with honor.
All that lives after is what the bards do say.
Fight to be worthy of fame in the future.
Let them remember the deeds we do today.
(Chorus)
We shall not be forgotten in the halls of men!
Notes: This song is definitely on the Calontir top 10 list.