Týr - Against the Gods

Текст песни

Long walk of waste, sad song of days
Long foresaw the evil eyes of our gods
Not meant for me, be they truth or lies
Steal away one morning gray along the road
Leaves have blown around my throne, my past abode
Oh, how my reason raged against the gods
Make it sing or make it sigh
Make it fall or make it fly
Against all odds
How I long to feel the love
Leave the barren lands above
Against the gods
To my grave, I’ll fight my way 'cross the lonely lands below
Void of shame, all foundless faith I will glad forgo
Ways unfold one morning golden on the road
Trees have grown around my throne, my green abode