Thunraz, dweller in the oak
Heathen! hasten from above
Bless my arms with strength
The power to slay giants of frost
Thunraz, dweller in the oak
Heathen! hasten from above
Thunor the old, god of the storm
My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:
Hammers of thunder, lightning
The vessels of might for Donar's wrath
Thunor the old, god of the storm
My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:
Hammers of thunder, lightning
The vessels of might for Donar's wrath
Noble art thou, protector of men
Leader and first 'mongst our ranks
Bring down thy fire - it shall be ours
A shield over our heads
A shirt of mail over our breast
The hammer of Donar
Is tearing apart
The black clouds that block
The glorious sun
Thunor the old, god of the storm
My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:
Hammers of thunder, lightning
The vessels of might for Donar's wrath
Awe-struck and dumb
Our enemies shall stand
At the sight of the hammer
In Donar's hand
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