Lady of the Slain - Týr

Wanton wager

On a war torn way

Take my treasure

For another day

Fettered felines and a battle swine

Feast like there’s no future now, showing no restraint

Mead and mayhem, golden drink divine

Let me in your heathen hall, lady of the slain

Tears of red gold she cries

Tales have her realm far beyond the skies

And if a battle was your demise

May come the night when you see she cries

Tears of red gold

Pain and pleasure

My reality

Life of leisure

Or a fantasy

Burning beauty hung above her breast

Moments in her company, high and holy pain

Flaming fairness, I will find no rest

Until I have reached your hall, lady of the slain

Tears of red gold she cries

Tales have her realm far beyond the skies

And if a battle was your demise

May come the night when you see she cries

Tears of red gold