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Týr - The Lay Of Thrym lyrics



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01. Flames Of The Free

Music & lyrics by Heri Joensen
Flames of the free, just come and take me
After I burn it will be your turn

Ancient tales tell how life began in the ice and flames of the old world burning
Recent times tell of trial and error, the reign of terror will soon be turning

Cages of fear that the future holds nothing but our dismal past with a vengeance

Flames of the free, just come and take me
Out of deep desperation
After I burn it will be your turn
For the good of our nation
Flames of the free, just come and take me
Let me fall in the fire
After I burn it will be your turn
To be cast on the pyre

Worn out is your welcome when subjects would rather fry than linger
In a world of this heedless hunger desire for freedom grows only stronger

Burning is better when men have been utterly bereft of hope in the future

Flames of the free, just come and take me
Out of deep desperation
After I burn it will be your turn
For the good of our nation
Flames of the free, just come and take me
Let me fall in the fire
After I burn it will be your turn
To be cast on the pyre

02. Shadow Of The Swastika

Music & lyrics by Heri Joensen
You who think the hue of your hide means you are to blame
And your father's misdeeds are his son's to carry in shame
Not mine I'll take no part
You can shove the sins of the your father where no light may pass
And kiss my Scandinavian ass

Pages of the past
How long will they last?
A lie lost in the legacy of fools left us this parody unsurpassed
Pages of the past
How long will they last?
The shadow of the Swastika by fools' fears now for far too long has been cast

You who think the hue of your hide means you get to blame
The black for your own faults and so bring humanity shame
Make sure you count me out of the ranks of your inbred morons
With your sewer gas and kiss my Scandinavian ass

Pages of the past
How long will they last?
A lie lost in the legacy of fools left us this parody unsurpassed
Pages of the past
How long will they last?
The shadow of the Swastika by fools' fears now for far too long has been cast

Pages of the past
How long will they last?
A lie lost in the legacy of fools left us this parody unsurpassed
Pages of the past
How long will they last?
The shadow of the Swastika by fools' fears now for far too long has been cast

03. Take Your Tyrant

Music & lyrics by Heri Joensen
Take your tyrant
Take your tyrant

Midwinter's eve falls hard upon the tyrant throne
Migrant birds to warmer lands have flown
As the tyrant ails, throw caution to the gales
Take but heart my friend, you're not alone

Everybody take your tyrant
Make him pay for all his stay
Revolution take your tyrant
Bid him bleed for all his greed

There comes a time for all that marks the final straw
When there is no recourse to the law
If we tread the trails our odyssey unveils
Victory is red in tooth and claw

Everybody take your tyrant
Make him pay for all his stay
Revolution take your tyrant
Bid him bleed for all his greed

Take your tyrant
Take your tyrant

Everybody take your tyrant
Make him pay for all his stay
Revolution take your tyrant
Bid him bleed for all his greed

Take your tyrant
Take your tyrant
Take your tyrant

04. Evening Star

Music by Danish traditional, Heri Joensen
Lyrics by Heri Joensen
Days are long and nights are cold, the rivers run
I'm swept away down distant paths, the road goes on
From the halls of the free to the tower of torment
Where treasures lie in mountains high

The silent fields of stars so far and wide
The oceans of infinity, the great divide
In the heavens on high is a light so lonely
The evening star that shines so far

When home is far behind and ever the long roads wind
I keep your memory in my mind, one day I'll repay in kind
For so long as I've gone and so far I've wandered
The evening star has shone thus far

River rushing, waters wide, just north of there
Oh would that I was home again and home was here
And the fire was warm and the wind would whisper
You're home again, on roofs the rain

When home is far behind and ever the long roads wind
I keep your memory in my mind, one day I'll repay in kind
For so long as I've gone and so far I've wandered
The evening star has shone thus far

When home is far behind and ever the long roads wind
I keep your memory in my mind, one day I'll repay in kind
For so long as I've gone and so far I've wandered
The evening star to me you are

05. Hall Of Freedom

Music & lyrics by Heri Joensen
Brother it breaks my heart
How this could be your part
Chains of a tyranny
Left you in poverty, famine and despair

Ill are the tidings too
Freedom comes not for you
Though I would rather stay
War is the only way, evil and unfair

Forward, we all have the right to be free
Freedom, raise your sword for everyone to see
Fearless, warriors will fight till they fall
Fallen, thousands have been written on the wall
Forward, we all have the right to be free
Freedom, raise your sword for everyone to see
Fearless, warriors will fight till they fall
Farewell, after all we gather in the hall

Hall of freedom
Hall of freedom

Brother your burden weighs
Only to darker days
If we can not supply
All we have done will die hungry and alone

Shelter and food indeed
Freedom is what you need
Much as I hate to say
War is the only way freedom's seed is sown

Forward, we all have the right to be free
Freedom, raise your sword for everyone to see
Fearless, warriors will fight till they fall
Fallen, thousands have been written on the wall
Forward, we all have the right to be free
Freedom, raise your sword for everyone to see
Fearless, warriors will fight till they fall
Farewell, after all we gather in the hall

Hall of freedom
Hall of freedom

06. Fields Of The Fallen

Music by Terji Skibenæs, Heri Joensen
Lyrics by Heri Joensen
Ways of the wary and the ordinary
Won't take all my time, waste all my days, let me rephrase

All expire, I lived by the lyre
Follow me

To the fields of the fallen
Where the legends lie
Should you suddenly join in their numbers
Say the last goodbye
From the fields of the fallen
Where the lucky leave
And bring with them the word of the victory
That they did achieve

Riches and glory, who will tell my story
There over the hill, wide is the world, make it all mine

Steal my thunder, your world will go under
Follow me

To the fields of the fallen
Where the legends lie
Should you suddenly join in their numbers
Say the last goodbye
From the fields of the fallen
Where the lucky leave
And bring with them the word of the victory
That they did achieve

07. Konning Hans

Music by Danish/Faroese traditional, Heri Joensen
Lyrics by Danish/Faroese traditional
Konning hans han sidder pa Kobenhavn
Han lader de lonnebrev skrive
Sender han dem til norrejylland
Erik Otteson lover at give

Der kommer aldrig saa rig en dronning til Dannemark

Du bede godt for de fattige enker
Som faderlose born skulle fode
Du bede godt for de fattige fanger
Lad dem i tarnet ej do

Der kommer aldrig saa rig en dronning til Dannemark

Ok skatte du ikke den fattige bonde
Jeg det ikke have vil
Men fattes dig enten guld eller solv

Der kommer aldrig saa rig en dronning til Dannemark

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English Translation:

King Hans sits in Copenhagen
He lets the secret letters be written
He sends them to norhtern Jutland
And promises to give to Erik Otteson

Never will an equally rich queen come to Denmark

Bid well for the poor widows
That fatherless children my bear
Bid well for the poor prisoners
Let them not perish in the tower

Never will an equally rich queen come to Denmark

And tax not the poor farmer
I do not wish that
But if you be in need of gold or silver
Then let you father know

Never will an equally rich queen come to Denmark

08. Ellindur Bondi A Jadri

Music by Faroese traditional, Heri Joensen
Lyrics by Heri Joensen
Ellindur Bóndi á Jaðri
Flestøll munnu hann muna
Hann var so væl til barna komin
Tríati átti hann synir

Her er gott at dansa

Ellindur stendur á hallargólvi
Eingin talar orð
Hann skeyt fyri sín riddaraskjøldur
Niðast vidð kongsinns bordð

Her er gott at dansa
Stovan hon er nýggj
Stokkar eru av stáli gjørdir
Og tekjan er av blýggj
Her er gott at dansa

Eg havi upp við skatti alið
Tríati synir baldar,
Lívið mítt og góðsið alt
Tað er í tygara valdi

Her er gott at dansa

Fimtan skulu eftir vera
Bóndi, av synum tínum
Annaðslíkt skal aftur fara
Og gleða móður sína

Her er gott at dansa
Stovan hon er nýggj
Stokkar eru av stáli gjørdir
Og tekjan er av blýggj
Her er gott at dansa

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English Translation:

Ellindur farmer east on Jaðri
Most people may remember him
He had so many children
He had thirty sons

It's good to dance here

Ellindur stands in the hall
Nobody says a wod
He threw his knight shield
Down by the Kings table

It's good to dance here
The hall is new
The beams are made of steel
And the roof is of lead
It's good to dance here

With tax I have raised
Thirty bold sons
My life and my estates
I leave in your command

It's good to dance here

Fifteen shall remain
Famer, of your sons
The same amount shall return
And make their mother happy

It's good to dance here
The hall is new
The beams are made of steel
And the roof is of lead
It's good to dance here

09. Nine Words Of Lore

Music by Faroese traditional, Heri Joensen
Lyrics by Heri Joensen
Nine worlds of lore
This is the place we keep the weapon of war
Why have you come to Jotunheim all alone
You must be tired and in vain you have flown
I'll keep this force to fell the

Nine worlds of lore
Such was the world in dark days of yore
Safekeeper of the world then was Thor
Such was what they believed in before
Nine were the worlds of lore

Nine worlds of lore
I will not let you wield this hammer of war
So I have come to Jotunheim all alone
To take back what is mine I'll break every bone
By right this weapon wards the

Nine worlds of lore
Such was the world in dark days of yore
Safekeeper of the world then was Thor
Such was what they believed in before
Nine were the worlds of lore

10. The Lay Of Thrym

Music by Gunnar H. Thomsen, Heri Joensen
Lyrics by Heri Joensen
Hammertheft and all the world bereft
Of reason and of right overnight
Left between a tyrant's temper mean
And treason and betrayal, cold and stale
Hue and cry, I can't sit idly by
We're hostages to greed, intercede

All you have is illgotten gain
You stand only for your own
Any man may throw you off the throne
Seat will not be set for thee
At the league of free nations
May this mark the end of your reign
Let the lay of Thrym be heard
Leave no tyrant out there undeterred
Thunderstruck theocracy
This theodicy heathen
In the end the giant was slain

Hammer home to any despots dome
That tales of tyranny end with me
Hue and cry, I can't sit idly by
We're hostages to greed, intercede

All you have is illgotten gain
You stand only for your own
Any man may throw you off the throne
Seat will not be set for thee
At the league of free nations
May this mark the end of your reign
Let the lay of Thrym be heard
Leave no tyrant out there undeterred
Thunderstruck theocracy
This theodicy heathen
In the end the giant was slain