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...
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025
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
Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025
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
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025
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)
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025
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. - Beowulf
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 "The nobility of his forebears, his simple manners. His sound views and honourable judgements. The strength of his body and the fire of his intellect. Exile, prison, darkness, inclosure, chains. Receive the boy and forsake the old man. Caught up in human bonds he bore them patiently. Bound even more closely in service to God" - epitaph of Wulfnoth Godwinson (1036-1094)
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025
"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" - Beowulf
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025