Týr - Regin Smiður

Týr... Viking Metal from the Faroe Island!
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A lot of people asked for the translation. So here it is!

Traslation by '77metalfan77' [Thanks!]

Will you now listen
Whilst I will sing
About the rich kins
That I will now speak of

Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath

Hundings sons at war
They did damage there
Poison was in the sword
They carried against me

Fafnir is the name of the dragon
That lies on the Glittering Heath
Regin is a good blacksmith
To few is he faithful

He was on fields of play
Rages amongst men
He tears up large oak trunks
He maims some to Hell

On the eastern side under the mound
Where heroes grow in numbers
Dark is this sad day
Down in mould to go

A man stepped forward upon the field
No one knew him
He had a wide hat on his head
And a Finnish bow in his hand

A man stepped forward upon the field
Raging with his sword
He had one eye
And trouser legs were buttoned

The dragon has slithered of the gold
It is rumoured widely
Sigfried seats himself on Greyfells back
He prepares himself to ride