Thor

Deep beneath the darkest clouds,
Dark wings are descending
To join the shadows in their dance,
In a darkness never ending.
Beneath the silver moon, obscured
By crawling misty fog,
The ancient spirits from the forest
Answer the call of Thor.

This darkness set upon the Earth,
Spreads misery across the land,
The ancient spirits cry their woes
As frost and ice destroy the lands.
This cloak of night that blocks the sun
Kills the crops to leave the famine,
The people starve as the serpent calls
On Thor to meet his challenge.

Let the darkness howl it's torment
Upon the great norse winds of Thor,
Let his lightning lash it's dragon breath
And his mighty thunder roar,
May his goat pulled chariot cross the sky
To do battle with the serpent's doom,
For Jormungand has sent the plight
Of a thousand winter moons.

Oh great warrior, Son of Odin,
Charge from your temple unto war,
First born son of Mother Earth,
Release her from this demon's claw.
Your doomsday time of Ragnarok
Calls it's sacrifice upon you,
To take your place among the Einherjar
Within Valhalla's banquet room.

Bring back the perfect harmony
And awake the Mother from dreary sleep,
To breathe new life into the light of day,
May the sun shine warm and deep,
To shine upon the Mother's wings,
To burn the serpent's night of shadows
And let the Golden Goddess, Sif,
Bring fertility back to the meadows.