The Fathers Of Norsemen Will Summon You !

Tyr, oh great and wise warrior-lord
You lead our fathers through the mists
For their blood will flow in our veins
For their fire will fill our heart with pride

Glorious were the times when the drekars
Appeared in the fjords, determinated
To defend faith and beliefs of our ancestors
May they strengthen our will to fight

His Vastness Tyr Shall Reign
His Vastness Tyr Shall Reign

"Oh great father of warriors, thou might I ask:
Where have gone our brothers in blood?
Why have the birds left the Norseman's realm?
Who now sits on the Darkland's throne?"

"Son Of The Cold Earth, to thou I shall confirm
The rising Northland will prepare its tomb
If brothers shall not rise their swords and fight
To fill their heart with ancestral pride. "