The Hammer of Thor - Týr

Mercy, spare me, I was but jesting

Didn’t mean to cut all her hair off

Listen, I will make the sons of

Iwald forge her, you won’t regret this

New hair, see here

Dwarves are fine craftsmen

Simple, you know, they make let me

Stand by, setting their souls on fire

My my, watching the world

Go 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 dwarves

To hold in your hand now and for evermore

I give you the Hammer of Thor

War unlike peace leaves it’s lore

Takes our blood and our gore and never repay us

Once thrown there’s no way back

To the way things were before

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 safety

Sheltered from foes of freedom

Stardom fortune to the fools who

Stand by, setting their souls on fire

My my, watching the world

At 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 dwarves

To hold in your hand now and for evermore

I give you the Hammer of Thor

War marches up to your door

If you don’t stand before the giants of chaos

Once thrown there’s now way back

To the way things were before