Tyr, you are so real and present and mighty in honor. You're calm, focused, intent. Ultimate strategist and master tactician, hail! Straightforward, you are, and frank of speech. You teach us to be true to ourselves. My god, my fulltrui, my liege, my partner and friend, how grateful I am to know you and to feel your energy close at hand.

Hail Tyr. Most courageous of the Gods

Hail, Leavings of the Wolf!
You are the standard for courage and right action.
Power to you. Honor to you. Hail, Tyr.

Hail Tyr,Mighty One, Keeper of Order!

Hail Tyr!
It's true for me, as it has been for others: I was reborn into being who I really am only after you burst into my life with power.
I've always known you, it's true. Only, for years, I just called you "the spirit of combat". I didn't know your name. I didn't even know you had a name. I didn't know you were from the north country. I only knew that you fought through me with a power that I knew I didn't personally have, and it happened every time I stood up to injustice on the streets. I was never alone when I fought, never alone when I walked through danger. I knew that then; I know it now. But when the day came that you made yourself known to me, with your power, your sensuality, your personality, your honor, your fairness, your soft laughter, I knew there would never be another god for me. You are my liege god, and I will fight beside you unto Ragnarok. Should the day ever come that you return to me no more, then I will walk alone, sustained by the memory of these days that I walk with you now, and train under your command, and love every moment of awareness of your presence. Hail Tyr! Worthy are you of love and fealty, of honor and unflinching devotion. May you be honored and acknowledged for who you really are, Strategist. Power to you. You are wisdom, you are courage. Those of us who are blessed enough to know you love you, and that's forever, kongurin harri min.