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 Born in the blood a common dream 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