Broadsword

Beneath the soil of this land
Is the blood of our fathers
The blood of our kin
Within the steel of our blades
Is the strength of the gods
Erupting with hate
The odal rune is Odin's sign
Guide our swords
And clear our minds
Sometimes in battle we may lose our lives
But honor and valor will always survive

We wield our swords
And raise them to the sky
Be not slowed by flesh or bone
As you claim another life
We wield our swords
In the name of Tyr
Blood flows forth from fallen foes
Our enemies will run in fear

Pushing my sword up to the hilt
As tears mix with blood
We are crushing their will
Once they are dead, chop off their head
A mountain of gore
Now lies at our feet
Thurisaz, The Giants' sign
Guide our swords
And free our minds
Sometimes in battle we may lose our lives
But honor and valor will always survive

We wield our swords
And raise them to the sky
Be not slowed by flesh or bone
As you claim another life
We wield our swords
In the name of Tyr
Blood flows forth from fallen foes
Our enemies will run in fear