Týr - By The Light Of The Northern Star lyrics
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Tracks 01. Hold The Heathen Hammer High
02. Tróndur í Gøtu 03. Into The Storm 04. Northern Gate 05. Turið Torkilsdóttir 06. By The Sword In My Hand 07. Ride 08. Hear The Heathen Call 09. By The Light Of The Northern Star 10. The Northern Lights 11. Anthem 01. Hold The Heathen Hammer High Music & lyrics by Heri Joensen
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 Hold the heathen hammer high Hold the heathen hammer high 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 Hold the heathen hammer high Hold the heathen hammer high 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 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 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 Hold the heathen hammer high Hold the heathen hammer high Hold the heathen hammer high Hold the heathen hammer high 02. Tróndur í Gøtu Music by Faroese Traditional Melody, Arr. Heri Joensen Lyrics by Faroese Traditional Text, Heri Joensen
Omaneftir of niðaneftir
Omaneftir vallaratúni Har fór hestur mín tann brúni Omaneftir vallaratúni Tróndur droymdi dreymarnar Segði teir ei for mørgum Tókti mær sum noregs kongur Stýrdi grimum vørgum Tróndur droymdi dreymarnar Segði teir ikki smærri Tókti mær sum siglitrø Tey gingu fjøllum hæri Svarði sjúrður tollaksson: "Vær gevum ei slíkt í geyma, Verturnáttin er so long. At mangt kann bera í dreyma." Brandi brá og mælti svá: "Hilmar undan leypa. Eg skal standa eftir ein Lív mítt dyrt akt keypa." Omaneftir og niðaneftir Omaneftir vallaratúni Har fór hestur mín tann brúni Omaneftir vallaratúni. Translation: Up and down Up the wanderer's yard There went my horse, the brown one Down the wanderer's yard. Tróndur dreamt the dreams Said them not to many: "Methought that the king of Norway Steered grim wargs." Tróndur dreamt the dreams Said them not to many: "Methought that masts stood higher than mountains." Answered Sjúrder Tollaksson: "We heed not such things. The winternight is so long, That many things may come to dreams." Swung his sword and spoke thus: "Chieftans run away. I shall remain alone My life dearly bought." Up and down Up the wanderer's yard There went my horse, the brown one Down the wanderer's yard. 03. Into The Storm Music by Heri Joensen, Faroese and Norwegian Traditional Melodies Lyrics by Heri Joensen
Much may change in the life of a man
Now I will sing of how the war first began How these dark days of doom became mine It was the year Nine Hundred And Ninety Nine When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes Holding high the old way Warriors waging Into the storm On wings of dragons Fame and fortune Into the storm Into the storm Into the storm From the old land in east we had word Of how the Earl had fallen and then we heard That he dies he who dare disobey When this new king imposes the eastern way When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes A storm has begun by my magic command And my runes in the sand will deny them land You may die on our feet or you live on our knees When the raven is fed time will come for peace When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes 04. Northern Gate Music & lyrics by Heri Joensen
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 05. Turið Torkilsdóttir Music by Faroese Traditional, Heri Joensen Lyrics by Heri Joensen
Vatnið rennur av høgum fjøllum
Og eftir hvøssum gróti So ilt er at leggja ást við hann Ið onga leggur ímóti. Dagurin líður, náttin kemur Dimmir á jørð so frída Í morgin saðlum hestar dyst at ríða. "Tað er so vánt í tínum landi Tí har er veður og vindur Nógv betri er í Noregs fjøllum Tú astir við meg bindur." Fylgdi hon honum so langt á leið Til gøtur tóku at skilja "Tað, ið eg vendi aftur frá tar Tað er ei við mín vilja." Turið situr í Noregs fjøllum Hon vekir harm og pínu So møðig fellut hon blóðig tár Á báðar armar sínar. Dagurin líður, náttin kemur Dimmir á jørð so frída Í morgin saðlum hestar dyst at ríða. Translation: The water runs of high mountains And along sharp rocks So Painful it is to love him Who doesn't love you back. The days go by, the night comes Darkness falls on fair ground Tomorrow let us saddle the horses for a race. "Your land is so unpleasant For there is bad weather and wind. Much better is it in the mountains of Norway To stay here in love with me." She followed him so far on his way Until paths went separate ways. "When I turn away from you now It is against my will." Turið sits in the mountains of Norway She invokes harm and pain So mournful she fells bloody tears Down both her arms. The days go by, the night comes Darkness falls on fair ground Tomorrow let us saddle the horses for a race. 06. By The Sword In My Hand Music by Heri Joensen, Swedish/Finnish Traditional Melody Lyrics by Heri Joensen
A boy gone astray, deceived by a god
Remembers the day, bereft of his blood Might to your dismay now equal we meet Self righteous repay, you kneel by my feet, I stand By the sword in my hand I will conquer the land I will decimate and decapitate Those who question the sword in my hand I seek what you took, I promise you'll pay By hook or by crook, a boy gone astray I stand By the sword in my hand I will conquer the land I will decimate and decapitate Those who question the sword, I stand By the sword in my hand I will conquer the land I will decimate and decapitate Those who question the sword in my hand I hold the final truth of all eternity Happens to include my own superiority Mischief of the past has come to seal your destiny Kneel before me now or I will have your head for heresy 07. Ride Music by Heri Joensen, Faroese and Irish Traditional Melodies Lyrics by Heri Joensen
Northern wind, hail and thunder, blackened sky
All my mind like seagulls soaring high All these eastern ways lock our minds in darkened halls Ride to fight it now my chieftain calls There's a fire in his eye As he holds his hungry sword into the sky We ride for the battle, my brothers by my side We fight, we were still standing by the morning light They died, well at least those who didn't run to hide We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide We ride, we ride Lesser men hope for freedom when they die Home is where the heathen banners fly And this eastern king laughs at us in darkened halls Ride to fight him now your chieftain calls There's a fire in his eye As he holds his hungry sword into the sky We ride for the battle, my brothers by my side We fight, we were still standing by the morning light They died, well at least those who didn't run to hide We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide We ride, we ride We ride for the battle, my brothers by my side We fight, we were still standing by the morning light They died, well at least those who didn't run to hide We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide We ride, we ride 08. Hear The Heathen Call Music & lyrics by Heri Joensen
Many a thing may change during all the days
A mighty man wanders free on this earth Kinsmen young may fall by the bitter blade When he heard is when he laid down his life Borne on his shield, his sword lying on his chest The Northern Gate they passed through They marched on to the eastern mound where they laid him down Crying rain and wailing wind in the mountains we all Hear the heathen call Time will take us all And hear the heathen cry Finally we die So hear the heathen call Time will take us all And only time will tell Time will bid us all farewell All knew our greatest times had come to an end We proudly carved a memorial stone There to stand alone through the ages long Lasting onto later times of the world Many a thing may change during all the days A mighty man wanders free on this earth Kinsmen young may fall by the bitter blade Crying rain and wailing wind in the mountains we all Hear the heathen call Time will take us all And hear the heathen cry Finally we die So hear the heathen call Time will take us all And only time will tell Time will bid us all farewell 09. By The Light Of The Northern Star Music by Heri Joensen, Faroese and Norwegian Traditional Melodies Lyrics by Heri Joensen
In the mass grave of mythology lie the legends of the past
Discarded superstitions, Although once held high both in honour and in awe Now they have fallen too far to rise, and closed their eyes The time and the tide From yearning years of want on to dark days of wane We have walked by the light of the northern star From frozen fjords of rime out to swift seas of raid We have sailed by the light of the northern star The northern night has never seen The southern cross shine bright Across the colder seas under rain ridden skies We go on by the light of the northern star May the mighty Mjølnir nail the bleeding And naked Nazarene upon the pagan planks Pound in the painful nails now and hang him high and dry Or have we fallen too far to rise and closed our eyes The time and the tide Have we fallen too far to rise and closed our eyes The time and the tide 10. The Northern Lights Music by Norwegian Traditional Melody, Arr. Heri Joensen
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11. Anthem Music by Peter Alberg
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