For thousands of years from father to son

Ancient ways were carried on

Ingrained in the flesh an ancestral soul

Breathing life since days of old

The tales of the scop by fire were sung

Deeds of worth and battles won

A spiritual bond and oneness of mind

Born through struggle and shared strife



I saw fire in their eyes

And they knew they belonged like the wind blows

We knew it before and can feel it again

Rekindle our lost theodish belief



Through ages of time from mother to maid

Holy knowledge was maintained

Shaped by fate and what has been



Striving to shield the esteem of one's kind

Those who'd deny left lamenting behind

Devotion that never subsides

Values that they'd give their lives to defend

Stubborn and true, fighting strong till the end

Loyalty that never dies