Here among the cold frozen lands
I thank thee, oh eternal mighty Thor
For this glory you’ve sent me!
Cry on, oh Vingi-Thor – with the dancing moonlight sword
Cry on, oh Vingi-Thor – with the smitten shields of war
I’ll chop them up, by the first light of the day
I will smash their heads in!
With so much blood upon my face, I will not see
As they fall before me!
Now, on this red tinted plane
I fight to save my land and kin
My sword’s not enough to win
Help, almighty Thor…
There is no tomorrow
Thor with the fiery bent brow,
Red beard, muttering low,
Darting fierce lightning, eyeballs that glow
Comes, while each chariot wheel
Echoes its thunder peal
As his dread hammer shocks
Makes earth and heaven rock
“I am the thunderer! Here in my Northland,
My fastness and fortress rein I forever!”
The snow floats, in the cold December winter
Icy sticks cover the trees and rivers
The beautiful nature that shrouds these Nordic tribes
The battle sounds overwhelm the ancient rites!
Now I chop another arm, a crimson dusk to end my day
I like to smash their heads in!
With so much blood upon my face, I now can see
The Christians fall before me!
So, on this red tinted plane
I fought to save my land and kin
My sword and Thor’s were enough to win
Thank you, almighty Thor…
They have no tomorrow
“I am the thunderer! Here in my Northland,
My fastness and fortress rein I forever!”
As his dread hammer shocks
Shout to Earth and Heaven…
WAR!!...
From the halls of heaven he rode away
To Lidskialf and sat upon his throne,
There on the mountain, from whence his eyes survey (the world)
He took his knife, and sat to eat alone
