The Brave

From the skies above
Growls the beast of storms
In the dark it calls
Rank of fear in our halls

Then wild thunder cracks
Lo! The tempest parts:
On a bridge of gold
Thor, the brave, descends

To bid us stand upright
Hold our ground and fight
Thor, the brave, has come
To succor his folk

He will ride ahead
Fearless to the end
He will face the beast
With an iron fist

His hammer is the sign
That dispels the night
Hark! His battle cry
Is the lightning of the sky

I shall fear not the beast
That slithers at the root
Of the ancient, holy tree:
Thor, thou art with me

To bid us stand upright
Hold our ground and fight
Thor, the brave, has come
To succor his folk

He will ride ahead,
Fearless to the end
He will face the beast
With an iron fist