All Heroes Fall - Týr

Born out of brotherhood

When weapons fell from hand

A law from a higher hall:

We must unite the land

But now, as I look upon it

Careworn and forlorn

It bleeds for lack of deeds!

Its leaders lost and banners torn

Come from beyond the wall

Burning within my hall

All heroes fall

My godliness decay

To thraldom led astray

In loneliness I pay

Time conquers all

When at last the warriors tread the path from Hel

The heavens fell, just as the Seeress did foretell

All heroes fall

Long peace and good pleasure

On the mortals I bestow

Come, horde!

I’ve lost my sword

The ground I stand is set aglow

Staring them in the eye

Come now to see me die

When a deity could not withstand the wave

Sold for a slave, I go alone into my grave