Týr
Far from the Worries of the World
High in the sky whirls the wain from a long gone time of legend
Silently singing the heroes celestial lullaby
Far from the world creatures dwell in a realm that was imagined
Icons of commonplace ancestral artefacts on high
Borealic bellows the north wind bone chilling
Frozen calls the edge of the world on all
Frigid falls the night on a mortal frostbitten
Where she faded fell on the frozen field
Reappear wintertime
Lore of the lost, beacons of fire
Wretched we, borne in rime
Far from the worries of the world
Tales of time persevere
Reaching beyond, always inspire
Wretched us legends steer
Far from the worries of the world
Down on the ground mankind falls in a wartorn time of turmoil
Desperately crying their futile and final battlecry
Close to the ground runs the blood and the tears into the dark soil
Ailing they wait by the wain for the day it will run dry
Southern sun shines blazing, the breeze is blistering
Warriors wandered scorching and bone dry sands
In the howling wasteland a mortal smoldering
Where he burning fell on the flaming field
Reappear wintertime
Lore of the lost, beacons of fire
Wretched we, borne in rime
Far from the worries of the world
Tales of time persevere
Reaching beyond, always inspire
Wretched us legends steer
Far from the worries of the world
Reappear wintertime
Lore of the lost, beacons of fire
Wretched we, borne in rhyme
Far from the worries of the world
Tales of time persevere
Reaching beyond, always inspire
Wretched us legends steer
Far from the worries of the world