Tyr - The Rune
Týr - The Rune How Far To Asgaard (2002) Progressive/Folk Metal from the Faeroe Islands Pól Arni Holm - Vocals Heri Joensen - Guitars Gunnar H. Thomsen - Bass Kári Streymoy - Drums Down from the mountain, cries of an headless love, high above Cold seems to me your kiss from the ocean deep, in my sleep I see you go south on the evening tide, end your fight Futile attempts, you can't change the way, of our day and age of heathen and Hel I've been living here from when I was born And my heathen kin it was that found and then populated this land Who is then this man who demands my scat He whose mighty ancestors drove mine out of Norway to seek new lands Which are slipping through my hands Hold they nothing more divine Than the property of land Set the thing here and then Line my booth with cloth, black as ravens wings See to that these men are dealt as those mighty kings men that came before Line my booth with cloth, black as ravens wings Here in darkness with my silver bags, let them come in and take what's mine All the islands should be mine But were running out of time Wield the axe and make them mine I will rule within my time Here in pain Here in darkness Here in decadence Lies my land like a rune that's written by gods upon the Ocean deep, so it reads, thou shalt not enslave thy kin, I Swear this oath, I'll keep my faith and I'll keep my Kin from all harm, raise the song to the mountains majesty for thee Now that millennium has gone And the sad and weary tales Of the subsequent events Are what's left of greater times
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