All is lost and foreign kings Rule the northern realms Hammerfest, the last outpost Has fallen to unbearded men
Lords of the bloody cross Deceived or murdered all of true faith Now the temple of Thor, where Mjolner is kept Is under siege
They fear the power of Mjolner The hammer of Thor And all their efforts to destroy it have failed
From deep within the frozen ground Comes a rumbling sound Ravens fly and wild wolves howl Sending shivers down Christians' spines
As if from nowhere Dark and grim he appears The warlord of the Gods comes with force To retrieve The Crusher
The first man died with a gurgling sigh When his head was crushed Painful surprise in his eyes As his life was snuffed
With raw and brutal force The warlord breaks the temple doors The weak back off in fear On the altar it lies, he lifts the hammer high And before it he swears:
`Allvise Ygg, Maktige Harjafader Guda av Asars och vaners att Hor mina ord, nar som jag svar Att om tusen vintrar ater ta var ratt?
While he speaks his prayer Mjolner rests in the air As if holding breath
Frozen by fear They gathered stand and stare And what they see is death
A laughing cry fill the shivering night He lets the hammer strike A bolt of lightning bright Rips the darkened sky Fire of doom - Ignite!