Tyr - Brennivín lyrics

Aevi mín er eintómt hlaup Efter brennivíni Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup Gömlu Fyllisvíni Where I'm walking alone, thirst is my worst enemy My measure of mead, treasure in need Up to the Brim One down on the heart can feel like the rain Crying on dry desert sands My story is sad, nothing to add Days have been dim Drink while you are able! Aevi mín er eintómt hlaup Efter brennivíni Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup

Gömlu Fyllisvíni I have squandered my days Cold is the gold in my grip Dark mold on my mound All I have found Deep in a jar Too many a drunken poet has praised ale in a failed fairytale My measure of mead, treasure indeed Up to the Brim Drink while you are able! Aevi mín er eintómt hlaup Efter brennivíni Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup Gömlu Fyllisvíni (x4)