(VERSE I)
On Thames’ misted banks, where shadows haunt the dead,
Rise warriors who recall the ancient battle’s dread.
Shields heavy, swords sharp like the winter’s knife,
Eyes burn with war, hearts aflame with ancestral life.
Crows screech and drums resound, announcing the tide,
Villages burn, the innocent fall, nowhere to hide.
Yet those who stand firm upon their ancestral land,
Know that only honor and steel guide the steadfast hand.
(VERSE II)
Banners fly, red as blood in the western gale,
Warriors’ cries shout the names of fallen male.
Blacksmiths forge new swords and axes with fire,
Steel is born in flames, ready to fulfill desire.
Every hammer strike, every battle’s roar,
Is a song that carries strength through ages evermore.
And when night falls and the moon shines bright,
The souls of fallen heroes walk within our sight.
(CHORUS)
Anglo-Saxon war! The clash of swords, the sparks of flame!
Brothers fallen, their spirit calls our name!
Anglo-Saxon war! A steadfast voice on the battlefield!
Who stands against us, shall fall – the earth shall shake and reel!
(VERSE III)
Hooves pound mud and blood in rhythmic trance,
Shields shatter as knights advance.
War is a river that swallows weak and strong,
And swords sing songs remembered lifelong.
On hilltops where wind carries dust and lore,
Commanders read the stars and plan the war.
Every warrior knows the price of life,
Yet in their hearts, the power surpasses strife.
(VERSE IV)
Hordes advance, red and black colors collide,
The ringing of steel, the roar of men, unified.
Those who stand firm hold the fate of their land,
Those who fall, their names echo in battle’s band.
And when day ends and fields lie still,
Steel and blood whisper legends, prophecies fulfill.
Remember, warrior, honor is the blade,
That never rusts and guides through shadows made.
(BRIDGE)
Sounds of battle drift through mist and trees,
Crows circle above those who rise and fall with ease.
Every strike, every turn of fate,
Means the Anglo-Saxon war never dies, it only waits to recreate.
(FINAL CHORUS)
Anglo-Saxon war! Swords gleam, shields stand tall!
The roar of heroes who never forget their call!
Anglo-Saxon war! The earth shakes beneath our feet!
Let fallen and victors unite – the war’s spirit shall never retreat!
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Logistik
