TÝR Lyrics
[Dedicated to Paul Watson]
Raske drenge grind at dræbe
Det er vor lyst
Godmodig er han som han er stærk
Han kender ikke sin vælde
Ellers måtte sit dristige værk
Forfølgeren snart undgælde
Raske drenge grind at dræbe
Der er vor lyst
Her de kyster af hviden sand
Hinanden sig broderlig nærme
Og indeslutte det stille vand
Som høje fjelde beskærme
Rase drenge grind at dræbe
Der er vor lyst
[English translation:]
[The Ballad Of The Grind]
Healthy lads grind to kill
That's what we like
Good-natured is he as he is strong
He does not know his might
Otherwise for his daring work
The hunter would soon be punished
Healthy lads grind to kill
That's what we like
Here the beaches of white sand
Each other brotherly approach
And enclose the still water
That high mountains defend
Healthy lads grind to kill
That's what we like
TÝR Lyrics
[Dedicated to Paul Watson]
Raske drenge grind at dræbe
Det er vor lyst
Godmodig er han som han er stærk
Han kender ikke sin vælde
Ellers måtte sit dristige værk
Forfølgeren snart undgælde
Raske drenge grind at dræbe
Der er vor lyst
Her de kyster af hviden sand
Hinanden sig broderlig nærme
Og indeslutte det stille vand
Som høje fjelde beskærme
Rase drenge grind at dræbe
Der er vor lyst
[English translation:]
[The Ballad Of The Grind]
Healthy lads grind to kill
That's what we like
Good-natured is he as he is strong
He does not know his might
Otherwise for his daring work
The hunter would soon be punished
Healthy lads grind to kill
That's what we like
Here the beaches of white sand
Each other brotherly approach
And enclose the still water
That high mountains defend
Healthy lads grind to kill
That's what we like
TÝR Lyrics