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Týr By The Light Of The Northern Star

: Omaneftir og ni?aneftir Omaneftir Vallaratuni Har for hestur min tann bruni omaneftir vallartuni Trondur droymdi dreymarnar Seg?i teir ei for morgum

by a god Remembers the day, bereft of his blood Might to your dismay now equal we meet Self righteous repay, you kneel by my feet, I stand By the sword

his hungry sword into the sky We ride for the battle, my brothers by my side We fight, we were still standing by the morning light They died, well at

Kinsmen young may fall by the bitter blade When he heard is when he laid down his life Borne on his shield, his sword lying on his chest The Northern

had fallen and then we heard That he dies he who dare disobey When this new king imposes the eastern way When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes A storm has begun by

by a god Remembers the day, bereft of his blood Might to your dismay now equal we meet Self righteous repay, you kneel by my feet, I stand By the sword

So we feast tonight at Northern Gate We have won the wars of late Hold your head up high tonight Have another horn Even though we won the war today They

Heathen heart Pagan pride Faring far Sword by Side Tribal times Northern nights Hidden high Runic rites I was told Hold the heathen hammer high Hold

Omaneftir og ni?aneftir Omaneftir Vallaratuni Har for hestur min tann bruni omaneftir vallartuni Trondur droymdi dreymarnar Seg?i teir ei for morgum