Tyr, Tyr, I fight for thee
All by your honor
As your right hand
Destroying all weaklings
Ah, Tyr, Embedded with this sword and shield
Decimating, Disintegrating every enemy
Who try imposing their false will
Tyr, Master of war
Your wrath they shall know
Climbing the hills with haste
Cutting and cutting flesh
As they cease to ever exist
Tyr, Their blood, Yours
Sending them to
Their afterlife’s pathetic so called refuge
Fighting righteously right
Till my cold skin turns blue
Oh, Tyr, Here I am
Almost dead of this skin
Ready to walk into your afterlife
Where I will always be
Side by side with you
Oh, Tyr, In utter graceful strides
I will always be your right hand
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/1/09
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