Thunder roll and cold rain fall
With skies as black as night
Casting a gloomy pall
On everything in sight
Trumpets sound and horse hooves pound
Into battle ride
Strike them down and drag them 'round
All to avenge our pride
Ancient god of thunder
O Almighty Thor
Bring vengeance upon our enemies
to settle the score
Strike with your mighty hammer
bring forth wind and rain
Give them sorrow and misery
and we shall bring them pain
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