Tveita

[00:15.97] By dirt and soil, by rock and stone
[00:18.01] The blade of scythe to mould and hone
[00:20.12] I honor every word of Heimdal's code
[00:24.04] I trust the river, soil and earth
[00:25.94] That gave myself and my kin birth
[00:28.31] I embrace my sylvan abode
[00:39.95] My son grows strong as ram and ox
[00:42.08] By cutting trees and hurling rocks
[00:44.13] Upon the land that never shall be sold
[00:48.26] The hands of iron grips the truth
[00:50.05] Unto to old age, from days of youth
[00:52.19] Strong enough to always hold
[00:58.32] Tveita, Boga, Brandr, Hestr
[01:06.07] Geirr, Fleinn, Ok Hjúfr
[01:12.08] Lífa, Frelsi
[01:23.05] No matter how the foul winds blow
[01:25.16] Deep within myself I know
[01:27.20] Why and what we are supposed to be
[01:31.07] I see the herbs and flowers grow
[01:33.13] Another year of riches show
[01:35.00] Therfore Heimdal, I give unto thee
[01:41.47] Tveita, Boga, Brandr, Hestr
[01:49.15] Geirr, Fleinn, Ok Hjúfr
[01:55.32] Lífa, Frelsi
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[02:47.30] Tveita, Boga, Brandr, Hestr
[02:55.15] Geirr, Fleinn, Ok Hjúfr
[03:01.01] Lífa, Frelsi
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