Týr - Hold the Heathen Hammer high (halda heiðna hamar ofan) | Текст песни

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• Hold the Heathen Hammer high (halda heiðna hamar ofan)

Heathen heart,
Pagan pride,
Faring far,
Sword by side.

Tribal times,
Northern nights,
Hidden high
Runic rites
I was told:

Hold the heathen hammer high [3x]

[Refrain:]
Hold the heathen hammer high
With a battle cry,
For the pagan past I live
And one day will die.
Hold the heathen hammer high,
Never turn away,
Ever true unto your
Forefathers stalwart stay.
Hold the Heathen Hammer high
With a battle cry,
For the pagan past I live
And one day will die.
Hold the heathen hammer high,
Never turn away,
Down the wayward way so far
Faring strangers stray.
Hold the heathen hammer high.

Weather wild,
Blackened blade,
Angry eyes,
Ruthless raid.

Heathen heart,
Pagan pride,
Faring far,
Sword by side,
Hard and cold.

Hold the heathen hammer high [3x]

[Refrain]

From a pagan past that only the heathen hold,
From the far end of the world and of times untold
I bring message to your mids of the ways of old,
Ways reluctantly abandoned if truth be told.

Ways abandoned for a scavenger of our souls,
Living on malicious lies, hiding in the holes,
Cruel and credible as any our tale of trolls,
Hold the heathen hammer highest of all your goals.

[Refrain]

Hold the heathen hammer high [4x]

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