Gathered together, the meoduseld shining brightly
 Cempan and ealdormen, in a [bad word] dream
 Among all the riches and relics of many hearth-kin,
 Foretell unyielding [bad word] feats and deeds

 Harp strings, stout-played, sing the praises of many ring-lord
 Lay of blood-reddened fields, myriad foes cleaved
 Spear's flight nor sword edge did smash his almighty war-disc
 Honour did save him for future king to be

 Oh, they feast in their hallowed halls
 Ghostly warriors ashen and pale
 Shadows dance in the light of the flame
 Gold and majesty, glory and fame

 Pour from the well, share a toast with our nation's heroes
 Beauty unheard of will carry us the mead
 Fortune this night brings a war-leader far across the sea
 By his hand we may from demon scourge be freed

 Oh, they feast in their hallowed halls
 Ghostly warriors ashen and pale
 Shadows dance in the light of the flame
 Gold and majesty, glory and fame
 Oh, they feast in their hallowed halls
 Ghostly warriors ashen and pale
 Bold they rode on the crest of a wave
 Shielded tight in a womb of oak staves