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In times of old beyond the sea When Wærmund ruled the Angelcynn To him was born a worthy son That would in time a hero become Raiders from the borderlands English blood on Myrging hands The time would come for swords to shine The time would come to draw the line Fifeldor! Where Myrging blood was poured Fifeldor! Where Angeln was secured Fifeldor! Where Offa made his stand Fifeldor! To hold the English land Dishonour plagued his youthful mind A shameful act by his own kind And spoke he not a single word But still with time he would be heard Across the Eider Myrgings came Demanding that tribute be paid (to their Swabian overlord) The time had come for swords to shine The time had come to draw the line At Monster-Gate the duellists met A kingdom's fate in Offa's hands With Stedefæst prepared to strike Letras de cancionesSteel would soon shine bloody wet Around the Eider saw the crowds A nation saved - a hero made Knelt Offa at the Eider's flow And cleansed the blood from on his blade Old English: Ane sweorde merce gemærde wið Myrgingum bi Fifeldore; heolden forð siþþan Engle ond Swæfe swa hit Offa geslog Translation: With his lone sword he fixed the border against the Myrgings at Monster-Gate; ever since, the English and the Swabians have kept it as Offa won it. From Letras Mania