Andreas

Lo! we have learned of Twelve in days gone by, Who dwelt beneath the stars, in glory rich, Thanes of the Lord, whose courage for the fight Failed never, e’en when helmets crashed in war, From that time when they portioned each his place, As God himself declared to them by lot, High King of heaven above. Renowned men Were they through all the earth, and leaders bold, Brave in the battle, warriors of might, When shield and hand the helmet did protect Upon the field of fate. Of that brave band Was MaSn~iw~one, who first among the Jews Began to write the Gospel downJn^wQ.rd With wpndrous power. To him did Holy God Assign his lot upon that distant isle Where never yet could any outland man Enjoy a happy life or find a home. Him did the murderous hands of bloody men Upon the field of battle oft oppress Right grievously. That country all about, The folkstead of the men, was compassed With slaughter and with foemen’s treachery, That home of heroes. Dwellers in that land Had neither bread nor water to enjoy, But on the flesh and blood of stranger men, Come from afar, that people made their feast. This was their custom: every foreigner Who visited that island from without They seized as food—these famine-stricken men. This was the cruel practice of that folk, Mighty in wickedness, most savage foes: With javelin points they poured upon the ground The jewel of the head, the eyes’ clear sight; And after brewed for them a bitter draught— These wizards by their magic — drink accursed, Which led astray the wits of hapless men, The heart within their breasts, until they grieved No longer for the happiness of men; Weary for food they fed on hay and grass.