For thousands of years from father to sonnAncient ways were carried onnIngrained in the flesh an ancestral soulnBreathing life since days of oldnThe tales of the scop by fire were sungnDeeds of worth and battles wonnA spiritual bond and oneness of mindnBorn through struggle and shared strifennI saw fire in their eyesnAnd they knew they belonged like the wind blowsnWe knew it before and can feel it againnRekindle our lost theodish beliefnnThrough ages of time from mother to maidnHoly knowledge was maintainednBorn in the blood a common dreamnShaped by fate and what has beennnStriving to shield the esteem of one's kindnThose who'd deny left lamenting behindnDevotion that never subsidesnValues that they'd give their lives to defendnStubborn and true, fighting strong till the endnLoyalty that never dies