When the fiends have come there is nowhere to hide I must swing my axe, my brothers at my side Feeding on our own fear, pa**ions running high Fleeing not a choice, better to fight and die In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land Holding on till the end Brace the storm and keep the shining blades at bay Fight to let our kingdom live another day Heed the old ones' cries, we mustn't let them down We will slaughter them to keep them from the crown In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land Holding on till the end Flanas geseca me Ecga beata me Beornas wielda me Cyningas sind genered urh me Iren gewunda me W pen deria me Cempa teora me Cynedom is gewered urh me In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land Holding on till the end.