When the gods on Olympus take their homes to the sea,
I'll lose my mighty hammer just for such a plea.
So as God laws in Bruins,
we'll look as he was spelled.
Odin gives me life and he takes me on from this black hell.
And the wind is choked with ashes,
sun's refused to glow.
The thoughts turn back to golden days that you and I didn't know.
In the years that grow and soar in the air,
no man knows the score.
Still fear to knock my princess,
for the man she called me Thor.
Yet I called on most my brothers,
rather to my side.
I'm damned to go on this way,
because must be one today.
The Trolls are massed to fame by prayers of numbers exceed our cat.
Steep and hoarse,
we all believe the rain speaks to the sky.
Blade waves to our lands and friends,
but our noble horse fed upon our sacred earth,
don't spurs the bones.
I cannot hold my rage no more,
the dust is in my eye.
The foul stench of salt and oil,
the feeble pigs must die.
So follow now my punch of men,
raise up the queue and cry.
My hammer flies to guide us all,
for I am God and for life.
Yet I called on some brothers,
rather to my side.
I'm damned to go on this way,
because must be one today.