Thyrfing

The long, hard yers at sea, have taken their toll on me
For thirteen winters and a spring, I have been so far away
So far, far away from the place I call home
A place so beautiful, it's where I want to die
Have you ever seen the rivers of Nyfors?
Or the majestic view at the mountains of Brevik?
Tyreso, you have left a mark in my heart
Home... I am coming home again
As I think of home, the memories burn inside of me
Does my son still remember me?