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"
