Túrið

Guardian of sacred grounds
Keeper of holy mounds
She is the true goddess
To all, I must confess

Her name, in silver runes
From castles to desert dunes
Is known to man and beasts
And her day is that of feasts

Long has she stood above
Teaching men to only love
Atop the highest mountain

Now she is gone, but lives
Through the echoes, still heaves
Breathes courage to all men

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