Men of the sea, on the waves they did ride   Drifting towards their new dawn   Sailing forth with the wind as their guide   Fathers of a kingdom to be born      Their blood flows in me   Through their eyes I see   With their spirit I shall bring down my blade   I speak with their words   Their callings I have heard   For their honour I shall bring down my blade      Offa's sons, by the waters they fared   Gliding beyond Angeln's plains   Swiftly on to their fortune's ahead   Masters of a land to be claimed      "Hruron and feolion cynelicu getimbru somod and anlipie, and gehwær sacerdas and mæssepreostas betwuh wideum wæron slægene and cwielmde; biscopas mid folcum buton ænigre are sceawunga ætgædre mid iserne and lige fornumene wæron"      Engla tocyme...      [Modern English translation: Kingly buildings tumbled and fell, together and singularly, and everywhere priests and clergymen were slain and killed among their altars; bishops with their folk without regard to any mercy were destroyed with iron and fire together]