Far from the Worries of the World - Týr

High in the sky whirls the wain from a long gone time of legend

Silently singing the heroes celestial lullaby

Far from the world creatures dwell in a realm that was imagined

Icons of commonplace ancestral artefacts on high

Borealic bellows the north wind bone chilling

Frozen calls the edge of the world on all

Frigid falls the night on a mortal frostbitten

Where she faded fell on the frozen field

Reappear wintertime

Lore of the lost, beacons of fire

Wretched we, borne in rhyme

Far from the worries of the world

Tales of time persevere

Reaching beyond, always inspire

Wretched us legends steer

Far from the worries of the world

Down on the ground mankind falls in a wartorn time of turmoil

Desperately crying their futile and final battlecry

Close to the world runs the blood and the tears into the dear soil

Ailing they wait by the wain for the day it will run dry

Southern sun shines blazing, the breeze is blistering

Warriors wandered scorching and bone dry sands

In the howling wasteland a mortal smoldering

Where he burning fell on the flaming field

Reappear wintertime

Lore of the lost, beacons of fire

Wretched we, borne in rhyme

Far from the worries of the world

Tales of time persevere

Reaching beyond, always inspire

Wretched us legends steer

Far from the worries of the world

Reappear wintertime

Lore of the lost, beacons of fire

Wretched we, borne in rhyme

Far from the worries of the world

Tales of time persevere

Reaching beyond, always inspire

Wretched us legends steer

Far from the worries of the world