A veil of mist, a foreign coast   The calm before their battle cry   Steel drawn, the line of shields must hold   Through mist, the first arrow, it flies      Battle, hold firm the line in battle      Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side   We may stand victorious or fall   This fine day, a fine day to die   We shall fight and may die by the sword      Cutting through flesh and bone, your sword   My brother, our father taught you well   But from behind the unseen blow   Mortally wounded, down you tell      Battle, hold firm the line in battle      Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side   Silent by my side you did fall   This was a fine day a fine day to die   Brother, I'll keep your broken sword