Týr - Lady of the Slain Wanton wager On a war torn way Take my treasure For another day Fettered felines and a battle swine Feast like there's no future now, showing no restraint Mead and mayhem, golden drink divine Let me in your heathen hall, lady of the slain Tears of red gold she cries Tales have her realm far beyond the skies And if a battle was your demise May come the night when you see she cries Tears of red gold Pain and pleasure My reality Life of leisure Or a fantasy Burning beauty hung above her breast Moments in her company, high and holy pain Flaming fairness, I will find no rest Until I have reached your hall, lady of the slain Tears of red gold she cries Tales have her realm far beyond the skies And if a battle was your demise May come the night when you see she cries Tears of red gold Fettered felines and a battle swine Feast like there's no future now, showing no restraint Mead and mayhem, golden drink divine Let me in your heathen hall, lady of the slain Tears of red gold she cries Tales have her realm far beyond the skies And if a battle was your demise May come the night when you see she cries Tears of red gold Tears of red gold she cries Tales have her realm far beyond the skies And if a battle was your demise May come the night when you see she cries Tears of red gold
Again, Tyr in the point of the spear of a thousand swordsmen, shields packed as the scaled back of a dragon, whose body is covered with metal spikes in the shape of steel blades.
