Raise your horns to honour us We are back from enemies' blood and dust With our weapons side by side We fought hardly for our pride
Týr also on battlefield God of war is guarding you with his shield No wounds unhealed, no one dies We prayed to him for your lives
Jealous rat has buried victory, That shade is falling towards the misery
Hunger, thirst and howling cold Were chasing us until we thought of lore Which is our frozen home Then forgot pain, faith swore
Every sunrise, every day Look for you from distant lands far away Hope to see men alive, health Our vikings graved even death
Jealous rat has buried victory That shade is falling towards the misery We'll war again for dignity Vail is life in Valhöll to eternityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
