Mercy, spare me, I was but jesting
Didnt mean to cut all her hair off
Listen, I will make the sons of
Iwald forge
her, you wont regret this
New hair, see here,
Dwarfs are fine craftsmen
Simple, you know, they may let me
Stand by,
setting their souls on fire
My my, watch the world
Go through mischief
malice and the woes of war
Still some thing are
worth fighting for
Let death and destruction
stand your foes before
And Midgard is safer the more
Out of the fire of
freedom
and out of the forge of dwarfs
To hold in your hand now
and for evermore
I give you the Hammer of Thor
Warfare
somewhere
Forge now your finest weapons
Worthy of blood of battle
Metal, deadly for these days of
Wartime, war
crime
Leave all you loved once safely
Sheltered from foes of freedom
Stardom fortune to the fools who
Stand by, setting
our souls on fire
My my, watching the world
As it goes through mischief and
Malice and the woes of war
Still some things
are worth fighting for
Let death and destruction
stand your foes before
And Midgard is safer the more
Out of the fire of
freedom
and out of the forge of dwarfs
To hold in your hand now
and for evermore
I give you the Hammer of Thor
War
marches up to your door
If you dont stand before the Giants of Chaos
Once thrown theres no way back
To the way things were
before
