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Once long ago we fought through snow

to reach this faerie land

the quiet hills so proud and strong

fair countenance beheld

we claimed the land

but it held us

in thrall for all of time

that this fair isle belongs to us

though gods may wrest it sway

many times our kin have roused

to spurn the baneful foe

now courage has deserted us

The gods sit laughing in their hall

in hunger spirits lust

The Mouth of Hell a finer place

to rest their jestful cries

Fair Angelcynn stand tall and proud

and yet we may prevail

against the foe that curse our kin

our land, our mother, home

Let kin from ages past awake

and call aloud our name

"Remember!" ancient voices shout

"Be Anglecynn again!"

"Remember!, Rememeber!"

"Be honoured or be slain!"