Saxon Shore

These Romans are too soft and slow
To save their own damn homes
We Germans gladly fight for them
For land and food and gold
Gaels and Picts and Celtic scum
They fall upon our spears
Blood and sweat will earn long halls
For men who know no fear.

Saxon Shore, new lands call
Through the German sea we row, to the west Britannia
Saxon Shore, by battle claimed
With our spears we bought this land, and by spears ours it remains.

Angles, Saxons, Jutes and more
Hit shores with shields in hand
A linden wall painted with gore
Will earn us our own lands
But while we fight these cowards hide
From axes and long knives
These Romans are so fucking weak
We'll take their homes and wives.

Saxon Shore, new lands call
Through the German sea we row, to the west Britannia
Saxon Shore, by battle claimed
With our spears we bought this land, and by spears ours it remains.

We don't even need to ask
For Woden's aid these days
These helpless little Christian whelps
Can't even wield a blade
Every day we gain more ground
Each day more Britons fall
Soon this whole land will be ours
For now the Saxon Shore.