[Music & Lyrics Athelstan]



Was a time when men they fought for kindred's cause, a struggle to survive

But far beyond the native burghs I see they send our blood to death

Is it to kill for greed, to find eternal peace or sow the seeds for war?

This army is not for Folk and Fyrd, there is no peace beyond these shores



Fields of graves reveal courageous aims of brothers long time gone

Should we live to see another cemetery for men who died but not for their own kin to feed?



For these shores

For these shores



Fields of graves, futile slaves

To distant wars, far beyond these shores