Testi:
Týr Ride

, well at least those who didn't run to hide We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide We ride, we ride We ride for the battle, my brothers

, well at least those who didn't run to hide We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide We ride, we ride We ride for the battle, my brothers

Traduzione: Tyr. Il tragitto fino a Hel.

wide Waiting one to take the ride to hell Birds of a feather What's holding us together When ways lead north and neither Through rain and heavy weather we ride