3 acessos
From the skies above
Growls the beast of storms
In the dark it calls
Rank of fear in our halls
Then wild thunder cracks
Lo! The tempest parts:
On a bridge of gold
Thor, the brave, descends
To bid us stand upright
Hold our ground and fight
Thor, the brave, has come
To succor his folk
He will ride ahead
Fearless to the end
He will face the beast
With an iron fist
His hammer is the sign
That dispels the night
Hark! His battle cry
Is the lightning of the sky
I shall fear not the beast
That slithers at the root
Of the ancient, holy tree:
Thor, thou art with me
To bid us stand upright
Hold our ground and fight
Thor, the brave, has come
To succor his folk
He will ride ahead,
Fearless to the end
He will face the beast
With an iron fist