Texty:
Týr How Far To Asgaard

wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard" Still we've sighted only sea till now As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard Greatness

: Down from the mountain, cries of an headless love, high above Cold seems to me your kiss from the ocean deep, in my sleep I see you go south on the

: What would you give, what would you offer to be given wisdom Which extremes would you go to, to be given the mead Give an eye or even sacrifice to

: [1.] Vilji? t?r hoyra kv??i mitt, vilja t?r or?um trugva, um hann Olav Trygvason, hagar skal riman snugva. Glymur dansur i holl, Dans slai? ring

: Eit er fro?i? um Nornagest, -tu tarvst onki ra? geva i vanda- tilikum go?um gekk han n?st, -hvor ein sveinur geri so- oksar tolv voru leiddir a torg

: Longing eyes turn into the sun Low in the winter Grey as a wolf now the wind has come Cold as a hunter Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning

higher Truth to life than my own And forces of unseen kind Beyond our imagination At the end of the day Right or wrong must depend on Weak or strong, and how

wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard" Still we've sighted only sea till now As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard Greatness

on visitors feet upon our ground and make believe that this is all, as we know all is, as we know what all is And strange how how we can't understand,