Low tide river near Blackwater,
Leaving a bridge for us,
Three thousand men behind their shields:
Warriors of the North, of the North.
I'm not afraid,
My weapon is raised
To slay the first man standing in my way.
Then, if I fall, I know where I go.
Waiting this enemy, the shivers are so cold.
Battle of Maldon.
Lay down your sword, now blood will flow.
Battle of Maldon.
Hear, you seafarer: this is our ground.
Leaving no choice for us,
We will defend what we have build
From the warriors of the North, of the North.
I'm not afraid,
My weapon is raised
To slay the first man standing in my way.
Then, if I fall, I know where I go.
I kiss your fears while standing in the storm.
Battle of Maldon.
Don't turn your face until the last man.
Battle of Maldon.
We're not afraid,
Our weapons are raised
To slay every man standing in our way.
Then if we fall, we know where we go.
Waiting this enemy, the shivers are so cold.
Battle of Maldon.
Lay down your sword, now blood will flow.
Battle of Maldon.
I kiss your fears while standing in the storm.
Battle of Maldon.
Don't turn your face until the last man.
Battle of Maldon.