English to Old Saxon

What death walls stand - Hwat dōth winde biwaune
of fierce slaughters. - wraþra wælsleahta.
Reckless nightshadows deepen, - Wanhydig nipeð nihtscua,
the warriors taken off - asca þryþe
by the glory of spears - ond hara wulf helm.
and grey wolf helms. -

Our land we fought for - Ūsa land wī fuhtun furi
a bold overpass. - balde ovargangan.
Man is fleeting, - Bið mon læne
kinsman is fleeting - bið mæg læne
and storms beat. - ond þas stanhleoþu.

Victory to the lords of earth - Sigi thir Fultīntruhtīn
Glory to the lords of earth - Wirdi thir Fultīntruhtīn

Another tribesman reunited with the ground,
reattach yourself to the will of nature.
Reaping fires create a spectacle for the
trance-like state.

Another brother reunited with his ancestors,
transmute from your outer shell .
A song and dance for the departure of our
physical plain.

Its here and now that matters, decide your path.
Must be strong in spirit as the earth fathers.

Its here and now that matters, decide your path.
Must be wise in thought as an aged man.


Ni Mēr Wīg, Brōthar - No more wars, brother
Etha ik selvo skulan lōsian - Or else I shall be lost