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The Rune

de Týr

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 king's men that came before
Old and weak I am, a pain behind my eyes
Here in darkness with my silver bags
Let them come in and take what's mine

All the islands should be mine
But we're 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

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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