The Rune lyrics

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 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 raven's wings

See to that these men are dealt as those

mighty kings men that came before

Line my booth with cloth black as raven's wings

Here in darkness with my silver bags

Let them come let them take what's mine

All the islands shall 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 shall 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.

• Artist:Týr
• Album:How Far To Asgaard