On the field of death
Legions march at night
Power at my hands
Mighty dragon's flight
The wet grass
Under our feet
The legions march
Through the streets
The strength of Tyr
The warrior of one
Pulsed through
Acacius's veins
With almighty strength
Fueled by the mighty
Bite of the wolvish Fenrir
The steel warriors marched
Following the path
Of the rune
That points northwards
Towards the sky
The legions make their way
Unafraid to die
Despite the arm that was lost
To the fangs of the beast
The battle lust of Tyr
Drives the men on and on
chorus:
For The Glory of Tyr
We Shall Never Die
For The Glory of Tyr
We Shall Forever abide
