We drink the potent wine-blood of our foes
Full-flowing fierce and valourous
Above, the battle-raven crows
Her blood-lust fierce and amourous
We hold our turgid manhoods cheap
If we cry out or tremble, feared
For foeman’s heads and hands we reap
When in our lands their shields appear
And so the raven screams her song
And raise we cups of bitter wine
For battle we’ll rejoin ere long
And win the day with swords held high
For lofty hearts shall win the day
When the raven’s call inspires the fray.
The West Kingdom History Website was created by and is maintained by Hirsch von Henford (mka Ken Mayer).