Fields Of The Fallen - Týr

Ways of the wary and the ordinary

Won’t take all my time, waste all my days, let me rephrase

All expire, I lived by the lyre

Follow me

To the fields of the fallen

Where the legends lie

Should you suddenly join in their numbers

Say the last goodbye

From the fields of the fallen

Where the lucky leave

And bring with them the word of the victory

That they did achieve

Riches and glory, who will tell my story

There over the hill, wide is the world, make it all mine

Steal my thunder, your world will go under

Follow me

To the fields of the fallen

Where the legends lie

Should you suddenly join in their numbers

Say the last goodbye

From the fields of the fallen

Where the lucky leave

And bring with them the word of the victory

That they did achieve