Wulf and Eadwacer - Blood Axis

Leodum is minum swylce him mon lac gife;

Willað hy hine aþecgan, gif he on þreat cymeð

Ungelic is us

Wulf is on iege, ic on oþerre

Fæst is þæt eglond, fenne biworpen

Sindon wælreowe weras þær on ige;

Willað hy hine aþecgan, gif he on þreat cymeð

Ungelice is us

Wulfes ic mines widlastum wenum dogode;

Þonne hit wæs renig weder ond ic reotugu sæt

Þonne mec se beaducafa bogum bilegde

Wæs me wyn to þon, wæs me hwæþre eac lað

Ungelice is us

Wulf, min Wulf, wena me þine

Seoce gedydon, þine seldcymas

Murnende mod, nales meteliste

Gehyrest þu, Eadwacer?

Uncerne earne hwelp

Bireð Wulf to wuda, bireð Wulf to wuda

Þæt mon eaþe tosliteð þætte næfre gesomnad wæs

Uncer giedd geador

Uncer giedd geador

Gehyrest þu, Eadwacer?

Uncerne earne hwelp

Bireð Wulf to wuda, bireð Wulf to wuda

Ungelice is us

English translation:

It is to my people as if someone gave them my gift

They want to kill him, if he comes with a troop

It is different for us

Wulf is on one island I on another

That island, surrounded by fens, is secure

There on the island are bloodthirsty men

They want to kill him, if he comes with a troop

It is different for us

I thought of my Wulf with far-wandering hopes

Whenever it was rainy weather, and I sat tearfully

Whenever the warrior bold in battle encompassed me with his arms

To me it was pleasure in that, it was also painful

It is different for us

Wulf, my Wulf, my hopes for you have caused

My sickness, your infrequent visits

A mourning spirit, not at all a lack of food

Do you hear, Eadwacer?

A wolf is carrying

Our wretched whelp to the forest

That one easily sunders which was never united:

Our song together