A veil of mist, a foreign coast

The calm before their battle cry

Steel drawn, the line of shields must hold

Through mist, the first arrow, it flies



Battle, hold firm the line in battle



Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side

We may stand victorious or fall

This fine day, a fine day to die

We shall fight and may die by the sword



Cutting through flesh and bone, your sword

My brother, our father taught you well

But from behind the unseen blow

Mortally wounded, down you tell



Battle, hold firm the line in battle



Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side

Silent by my side you did fall

This was a fine day a fine day to die

Brother, I'll keep your broken sword