We Shall Be Free

This is our Fatherland,

Built by the Saxon hand;

Ing led us o'er the sea,

Led us to victory,

This was our destiny.

       Then we were free,

     Then we were free.

Then dark times came upon,

England and all her sons;

Merry no more were we,

We lost our history,

We lost our destiny.

        We were not free,

      We were not free.

Hark! Hear the Dragon call!

Ringing from hall to hall:

England will rise again,

Flame from our soul within,

Waking the Engel-Kin.

      We shall be free.

      We shall be free.

Sword of the Wolsunga,

Wayland reforges her,

Forging the Tribes of Ing

Into the English Kin,

From an unbroken ring.

    We shall be free.

    We shall be free.

Beowulf and Hereward,

Folk-Hero Robin Hood;

Hengest and Horsa ride

In battle by our side,

Stirring our Folkish Pride.

    We shall be free.

    We shall be free.

See the White Dragon rise,

Stirring Old England's shires;

England we call-to-arms,

Leave now your burgs and farms,

Ing keep us free from harm.

    We shall be free.

    We shall be free.

This is our Fatherland,

Built by the Saxon hand,

Ing lead us to be free,

Lead us to victory,

Fulfil our destiny.

    We shall be free.

    We shall be free.

Fogmoon 21-23 2232 Runic Era; the tune given to me by Heorrenda the Scop of the Heardingas in a dream.