Hold The Heathen Hammer High

Текст песни Týr - Hold The Heathen Hammer High

Hold the Heathen Hammer High Lyrics[Verse 1]
Heathen heart
Pagan pride
Faring far
Sword by Side

[Verse 2]
Tribal times
Northern nights
Hidden high
Runic rites I was told
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold the heathen hammer high
Hold the heathen hammer high
Hold the heathen hammer high

[Chorus]
Hold the heathen hammer high with a battle cry
For the pagan past I live and one day will die
Hold the heathen hammer high, never turn away
Ever true unto your forefathers stalwart stay

Hold the Heathen Hammer high with a battle cry
For the pagan past I live and one day will die
Hold the heathen hammer high, never turn away
Down the wayward way so far faring strangers stray

Hold the heathen hammer high

[Verse 3]
Weather wild
Blackened blade
Angry eyes
Ruthless raid

[Verse 4]
Heathen heart
Pagan pride
Faring far
Sword by Side
Hard and cold
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold the heathen hammer high
Hold the heathen hammer high
Hold the heathen hammer high

[Chorus]
Hold the heathen hammer high with a battle cry
For the pagan past I live and one day will die
Hold the heathen hammer high, never turn away
Ever true unto your forefathers stalwart stay

Hold the Heathen Hammer high with a battle cry
For the pagan past I live and one day will die
Hold the heathen hammer high, never turn away
Down the wayward way so far faring strangers stray

Hold the heathen hammer high

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
From a pagan past that only the heathen hold
From the far end of the world and of times untold
I bring message to your mids of the ways of old
Ways reluctantly abandoned if truth be told
Ways abandoned for a scavenger of our souls
Living on malicious lies, hiding in the holes
Cruel and credible as any our tale of trolls
Hold the heathen hammer highest of all your goals

[Chorus]
Hold the heathen hammer high with a battle cry
For the pagan past I live and one day will die
Hold the heathen hammer high, never turn away
Ever true unto your forefathers stalwart stay

Hold the Heathen Hammer high with a battle cry
For the pagan past I live and one day will die
Hold the heathen hammer high, never turn away
Down the wayward way so far faring strangers stray

[Outro]
Hold the heathen hammer high
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