Hugging the coastlands, we follow the stars By the wind in our sails and the strength of our oars Summoned we are to the land across the sea Vortigern's warriors we bend to his knee
Fate calls us across the waves We sail to glory, or our graves
The land, Englaland
The old home of giants, the new home of our kin The home of their god, to whom all good is sin Longships are gliding through wind and through rain And on these green shores, we will stake our claim
The gods send us on our way We sail to meet our fate
The land, Englaland
Behold the Saxon shore, So begins the coming war This isle of mist and green Where land is fertile and dewdrops gleam
The land, EnglalandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
