Týr - The Hammer of Thor | Текст песни

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• The Hammer of Thor

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.

As 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.


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