Chant of the Freelancers

Sweord up āhafen, þurh sceadwa stīgan, Forð weorc þǣr egesa lǣdde. Frēodōmes gegal, on blōde and iserne, We wyrcan þone weg, þa þȳstro we scieran. Hlēostor ārīsan of ealdan stāne, Blōde gebunden, we standað āna. Gehȳre ūre cīg, swā scyldas we hebban, Þurh þone gnægd, ūre gāstas blācan. Heorte tō heortan, and bæc tō bæce, Forðfēran, nān sāwl we forlǣtan. Sigeleod on beaduwe andednes, Freolācendas cēosan, ūre dēað forseon! Isen gemētest wyrd, under stormes ēage, Samod we standað, under wīgheofones lyfte. For ār we fihtan, for līfe we biddan, On ǣlcum snīðe, ūre āðas we fēdan. [Instrumental] [Instrumental]