Engla Tocyme (The Coming Of The English)
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Men of the sea, on the waves they did ride
Drifting toward 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 fortunes ahead
Masters of a land to be claimed
Old English: Hruron and feollon cynelicu getimbru somod and anlipie, and gehw?r sacerdas and
m?ssepreostas betwuh wibedum w?ron sl?gene and cwielmde; biscopas mid folcum buton?nigre are
sceawunge?tg?dre mid iserne and lige fornumene w?ron.
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