Following reports of Viking raiders in the north, Aethelstan King of Wessex, Lord of Saren and protector of the anglo-saxon peoples draws closer to the area.
The King shouted to his bard "Sing us some songs so we can march swiftly"
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loginAnd ƿas fet on ealdum tidum
Stæppon uppan Englalandes beorgum grenum
And ƿæs ƿat hælig lamb godes
On Englalandes ƿynsum hammun gescaƿode
And se godcundlic ondƿlita
Scan for uppan uram ƿolcendum dunum
And ƿas Hierusalem her getimbrode
Betƿeonum pissum deorcum deofullicum mylen
Bring me min bogum bærnendes goldes
Bring me min giernendlices flannas
Bring me min gar, oh ƿolcnum tofariaþ
Bring me min fyreliende cræt
Ic sceall ne linnan fram modiglic gefeoht
Ne sceall min sƿeord slæpp in minum hand
Oð ƿæt ƿe habbað Hierusalem getimbrode
On Englalandes grene and ƿynsum lande
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountain green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear. Oh clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.
