Their debts have not been paid
They should have ceded their lands to us
They thought they'd own them forever
In their Celtic kings they'd trust
So now we march to war
Now we march on the side of time
The Celtic hand of fate
Has deigned to join our side
We'll run them to the western hills
And rule over those who stay
Work to harden the soft
Overtime their debt shall be paid
We call upon the Jutes
We call upon the Angles all
We call upon the Langobards
The debtors will submit or fall
So now we march to war
So now we march with fire and blade
They will pay
Oh Saxoni come
Your new home has been found
Leave alone Caledonia
The king of Kent shall be crowned