

Across the frozen northern wastes
The storm begins to rise
A golden chariot riding high
Across the fractured skies
The hammer burns with lightning wild (ahhh)
The final hour is here
Strike the sky, let thunder roar
We stand before the god of war
Raise the hammer high in hand Protect the realm,
defend the land (thor)
He tames the giants,
breaks the stone
With strength of ancient days
The midgard serpent stirs below
Beneath the boiling waves
Strike the sky, let thunder roar We stand before
the god of war
Raise the hammer
high in hand Protect the realm,
defend the land (thor) (thor)
(the god of thunder)