The Fighting Man

The flag held high, a call to the warrior's pride North they had won, weary in body not mind Standing alone, the few who would see him to live For their brother to stay, allegiance to him they must give Under the banner of The Fighting Man Through dense forest and dark of night Always the flag is alight From northern lands to shores of south Always the flag is the light Not the chosen son of throne But they did hail him as their own The Fighting Man in two was torn A new flag flies but soon we'll see the new dawn Under The Fighting Man

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

We shall be part of a mighty revolt We'll sow the seeds of a great overthrow Our command shall prevail endlessly Forever triumphant and full of pride Shields and swords shall clash but we'll succeed Our grand Fyrdmen shall fight robustly None who betrayed us shall parry our scorn Covered with glory, we'll mark a new dawn The elders' delight shall be known through the land and sky Prosperous and yielding times they'll bring Forever in victory we'll be Our command shall last incessantly Prosperous and yielding times we shall see The land and the sky shall bring potency Our command shall prevail endlessly Forever in victory we shall be

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Heroes now forgotten from a time long ago Shadowy figures of battles fought Those who slew with passion and vigour Warriors that trod our path to glory Under erratic skies and pounded by pouring rain Together they did stand, our land and our folk to preserve Battered by roaring winds and frozen by winter storms Together they did stand, our ways and our pride to retain Martyrs beyond recollection from the heart of the fray The ghostly cries of passionate strife Those who protected and killed for our cause Faces unknown that to our destiny strode

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

Was a time when men they fought for kindred's cause, a struggle to survive But far beyond the native burghs I see they send our blood to death Is it to kill for greed, to find eternal peace or sow the seeds for war? This army is not for Folk and Fyrd, there is no peace beyond these shores Fields of graves reveal courageous aims of brothers long time gone Should we live to see another cemetery for men who died but not for their own kin to feed? For these shores For these shores Fields of graves, futile slaves To distant wars, far beyond these shores

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Into darkness, unwilling we fell Augustine came to preach heaven and hell All must worship the cross he did tell The heathen spirit condemned to his hell 1000 years on the dawn starts to break Spirits of the old ones shall awake Temples of the enslavers shall fall Liberated, we'll stand proud and tall

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

On the fields of yesterdays, where many battle's been lost and won Great domains of seasons passed, where many a deed was done Shining lands of yesterdays, deep down they will always be ours Mighty paths of epochs gone, with all their olden powers Wooded hills of yesterdays, throughout our England's soil Forests vast of times surpassed, stretched out for mile on mile Potent earth of yesterdays, I know you will always be ours Earth of our fatherland, with all its olden powers Olden paths of yesterdays, with their olden power Great domains of seasons passed, they will always be ours Mighty paths of epochs gone, throughout our England's soil Forests vast of times surpassed Wooded hills of yesterdays, throughout our England's soil Forests vast of times surpassed, stretched out for mile 'on mile Potent earth of yesterdays, I know you will always be ours Earth of our fatherland, with all its olden powers

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

The chaos has reigned, the battle has been won No time to rest, we must re-group and march The final hurdle lies upon the horizon One more push, our will shall see us through Weary we are but fight on we must Away from the carnage we ride Bloodied and battered but spirit unbroken Toward the last battle we go The blood of the fallen flows through our veins It gives us the strength to fight on Weakened by number, stronger in will Toward the last battle we go Weapons have clashed, the chosen ones lay behind Back to our feet, ready to war once more Our destiny shall open its arms before us A passion-filled cry, our will shall see us through We struck our blows ferociously We warred with passion as one We spilled their blood without fear From the last battle our honour lives on

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

Wearily to the last battle they strode Onward through day and through night To death they did go but they let them know the power of Angelisc might Together they walked and together they'd fall Under the Autumn sky With victory song behind shield-wall strong They slashed and they battered with pride Over river and stream and through forest and field They marched with fire in their eyes Wiping the sweat from their brows For miles they had fared and no effort was spared On the day when our England died Over river and stream and through forest and field We'll march with fire in our eyes Like the forefathers of old For miles we shall fare and no effort we'll spare Till the day when our England's revived

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025