Death of a King
Of dreccunga, of dimnesse tó dæges úpgangeHé singende rád in sunnan, sweord bregdendeHé hyht eft onaelede and in hyhte geendodeOfer endunga, ofer ege, ofer orlæge úp áhafenOf lyre, of lífe, tó langum wuldre.
Of dreccunga, of dimnesse tó dæges úpgangeHé singende rád in sunnan, sweord bregdendeHé hyht eft onaelede and in hyhte geendodeOfer endunga, ofer ege, ofer orlæge úp áhafenOf lyre, of lífe, tó langum wuldre.
Out of doubt, out of dark, to the days risingHe rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;Over death, over dread, over doom liftedOut of loss, out of life, unto long glory.