Northern Gate - Týr

So we feast tonight at Northern Gate

We have won the wars of late

Hold your head up high tonight

Have another horn

Even though we won the war today

They will find another way

Don’t give up without a fight

Take what give the norn

I see ships on the horizon bleak

I know whom they come to seek

They will find I’m not alone

They won’t come at ease

Maybe leaving them alive was wrong

Even though they were so young

So I reap as I have sown

Not a moments peace

Show your swords

Drive them down

Hold my hoards

Give no ground

Show your swords