| A Song of AEthelstan | Song of Sable Spear | A Song for Francois |
| A Song of AEthelstan | ||
| Hwaet! | ||
| Harken eorls and ceorls // and thegn-men listen | ||
| Song of life now sung // and spoken, broken | ||
| On the roads of dreaming // dark upon | ||
| The minds of all those // thegns who fear him | ||
| Dread AEthelstan is he // hard and hardy | ||
| Foe to those who seek // Saxons to slay | ||
| Hungry will their bellies be // before their thirst | ||
| For Saxon blood is slaked // so says our Sovereign | ||
| Up from Edward’s house // he rises, friend | ||
| To Men of Mercia’s // mead-halls | ||
| Brother of the fallen AElfwaerd// also Eadwine | ||
| Yet amongst us // mighty half-kin, heir of Wessex | ||
| Likewise makes he // peace with North-men | ||
| Sits with Britons // bides with Welshmen | ||
| All at Eamont eager // allies, bound in | ||
| Councils called in // Yorkshire, all united | ||
| From his foundling seat // in Malmesbury famous | ||
| To the Minster newly-minted // deep within the heart of Wessex | ||
| Eorl and thegn in one voice speak it // sing the song of regent’s justice | ||
| Forged within the fires at Grately // iron words of legal binding | ||
| Maker of the far-flung Kingdoms // kin of Royal line go forward | ||
| Sisters of the High-King seated // sovereigns in the land of Carolus | ||
| Likewise maids of merry matches // master men of other Kingdoms | ||
| Thus the House of Edward rises // reigns of glory all to flourish | ||
| Bright in battle brings the bearer // beater of a thousand foe-men | ||
| Leader of the Saxon shield-men // Strong AEthelstan, stalwart Sovereign | ||
| Wielder of the rood-proofed iron // in the sword of Ancient Emperor | ||
| Bearer of the Lord’s lost lance-point // Longinus’ spear the bane of dark-foes | ||
| Harken eorls and ceorls // and thegn-men listen | ||
| Song of life now sung // and spoken, broken | ||
| On the roads of dreaming // dark upon | ||
| The minds of all those // thegns who fear him | ||
| AEdwardus hic fecit | ||
| A Song of Sable Spear | ||
| Hwaet! | ||
| Western waypost // watched, unwaver’ng | ||
| Gate-ward gazing // grim, yet gentle | ||
| Stands the sentinel // solemn death-foe | ||
| Long his word-fame // Fribrand Darkspear | ||
| Friend of John // the dread Bear-Slayer | ||
| Stands he ‘fore // the horned crescent | ||
| Cup of silver // emptied earthward | ||
| Bound about //with chains of golden | ||
| Tight the golden // cord of binding | ||
| Strong the anvil // angled inward | ||
| Darkling small-foe // seeks the great-heart | ||
| Now Lee Fribrand // stands to battle | ||
| Darkened daggers // thrust through entrails | ||
| Lee the warrior // rages wrothly | ||
| Stern of visage // dread King’s Champion | ||
| Brings to bear // his burning spearpoint | ||
| Now before the gates // of glory stands he | ||
| Pounds upon the // iron-shod portals | ||
| Forces full the // doors of ‘Salem | ||
| First to enter, // Cross triumphant | ||
| War-work finished // Ram Combattant | ||
| Stands at rest // resolved to fate | ||
| Death-denial // done at day’s-end | ||
| Final battle // bought with life-price | ||
| Western waypost // watched, unwaver’ng | ||
| Gate-ward gazing // grim, yet gentle | ||
| Stands the sentinel // solemn death-foe | ||
| Long his word-fame // Fribrand Darkspear | ||
| AEdward gearwian | ||
| 10/6/06 | ||
| A Song for Francois | ||
| A Léoð Galleas | ||
| Gone our Prince // Silent the mead-hall, | ||
| Gan ūre landfruma // ástillian meðesele, | ||
| Still the darkness // Still the people. | ||
| Āstillian niht // ástillian léode. | ||
| Dark Sword-wielder // Stood amongst you. | ||
| Sweart guðsweord wealdere // Āstōd mid ðé. | ||
| Strong and quick-he // Sure and steady. | ||
| Cāf a lāoht hé //Langtwidig ānmōdnes. | ||
| Stone of strength // Honor-bearer, | ||
| Carr a cræft //Ārfaest-healdere, | ||
| Still (yet) our Leader // Stands he-ever, | ||
| Géa ūre laedere // Āstandeð hé æfre | ||
| Stern (mighty) way-holder // Who will follow? | ||
| Cræft weg-geæfnere // hwa sceolde æfterfolgian? | ||
| Sing his name // Shout his word-fame, | ||
| Āwrecan sín nama // Gylian sín lāstword, | ||
| Raise your voices // Raise your flagons, | ||
| Úp ābregdan éower héafodwōðe // Úp ābregdan éower cuppe, | ||
| Galleas Stronghand // Lives forever! | ||
| Galleas cræfthand // Aélíf æefre tō alder! | ||
| Galleas Strongheart // Lives forever! | ||
| Galleas cræftheorte // Aélif æfre tō alder! | ||
| Ædward gearwian | ||
| 6/22/05 | ||
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