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!