Pounding hooves of the buck
Stormeclouds, barbaric wainds
A carriage rolls in the skye In the fieldes up highe The mighty hammer leaveth its pride Deepe inside this hearte of mine The roars of the storme will set me free
Son of the wise sende strengthe to me Glorious wargod, let the thunder roar Son of Odin, thou stronge immortal god Thor, Thunderer Thor, Thunderer Feele the will of this horde Thunderer, be with us Let Mjolnir strike across this lande Let us see thine raging hande Receive our hails and sende a signe Guide this fighte we're not afraid to die This hallow'd sworde I raise to thee
Lead thy sons into victory Thor, Thunderer Thor, Thunderer
Thor, Thunderer Thor, Thunderer ( Hail Thor, the Thunderer Feele the wrathe of the ancient northe arise In this realm once fill'd withe pride The hammer returneth pounding the skye Faithful I stande, faithful I'll die I won't surrender in this fighte To the thunderous one I swear the oathe This war is not foughte alone Thor, Thunderer Thor, Thunderer Thor, Thunderer
Thor, Thunderer Hail Thor, the Thunderer.
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