| Song | The Shield-Wall |
| Artist | Forefather |
| Album | Ours Is The Kingdom |
| When the fiends have come there is nowhere to hide | |
| I must swing my axe, my brothers at my side | |
| Feeding on our own fear, passions running high | |
| Fleeing not a choice, better to fight and die | |
| In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land | |
| Holding on till the end | |
| Brace the storm and keep the shining blades at bay | |
| Fight to let our kingdom live another day | |
| Heed the old ones' cries, we mustn't let them down | |
| We will slaughter them to keep them from the crown | |
| In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land | |
| Holding on till the end | |
| Flanas gesecaþ me | |
| Ecga beataþ me | |
| Beornas wieldaþ me | |
| Cyningas sind genered þurh me | |
| Iren gewundaþ me | |
| Wæpen deriaþ me | |
| Cempa teoraþ me | |
| Cynedom is gewered þurh me | |
| In the shield-wall we stand to defend our land | |
| Holding on till the end . |
| When the fiends have come there is nowhere to hide | |
| I must swing my axe, my brothers at my side | |
| Feeding on our own fear, passions running high | |
| Fleeing not a choice, better to fight and die | |
| In the shieldwall we stand to defend our land | |
| Holding on till the end | |
| Brace the storm and keep the shining blades at bay | |
| Fight to let our kingdom live another day | |
| Heed the old ones' cries, we mustn' t let them down | |
| We will slaughter them to keep them from the crown | |
| In the shieldwall we stand to defend our land | |
| Holding on till the end | |
| Flanas geseca me | |
| Ecga beata me | |
| Beornas wielda me | |
| Cyningas sind genered urh me | |
| Iren gewunda me | |
| W pen deria me | |
| Cempa teora me | |
| Cynedom is gewered urh me | |
| In the shieldwall we stand to defend our land | |
| Holding on till the end . |