Men of the sea, on the waves they did ride Drifting toward 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 fortunes ahead Masters of a land to be claimed Old English (Saxon): Hruron and feollon cynelicu getimbru somod and anlipie, And gehwær sacerdas and mæssepreostas betwuh wibedum wæron slægene and cwielmde Biscopas mid folcum buton ænigre are sceawunge ætgædre mid iserne and lige fornumene wæron.