Rider on the Winds

Rider on the winds,

Master of the skies:

Thor! Menace from above,

Thy hammer raise aloft!

Beneath the punding wheels

Of your chariot,

We'll stand in steadfast lines!

Beneath the thunder bolts

Shooting from thy eyes

We'll charge the field of war

And raise the battle cry!

Rider on the winds,

Master of the skies:

Thor! Menace from above,

Thy hammer raise aloft!

Swords on shields collide

Spears in flesh are lodged:

The din of havoc deafens me

As my heart starts beat berserk!

We fall upon the foe -

Like a tide of steel and woe!

Thirsty for the fruit

Of carnage blood and gore!

Rider on the winds,

Master of the skies:

Thor! Menace from above,

Thy hammer raise aloft!

Thor, warlord of the world

Bless our blades this dawn -

For you are like we are:

A warrior next to none!

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