Heavens open doors deluge, thunder roar

Riding through the night is Thor

He swirls his mighty hammer far

Fireworks the earth do scar

Angrily his whip is flashing

Thunderous huffs are dashing

Race across the woven floor

In awe the cries of Thor

Strike one and then again

The sky awash in flame

Urging on his favourite steed

  Now racing forth with speed

Next to his side

In a sheath jarnsaxa bides

Left his halls in Bilskirnir

To bring his wayward flock some fear

Not paying heed to the serpents threat

Of jormungand and all her dead

We witnessed in New Orleans yet

Worse will come instead

His father Odin he choose wise

His bravest son to ride the skies

In Trudheims place he did decide

His mighty place of might

Drunk with power or with mead

His flock will suffer ill defeat

The day of Ragnarok not heed

Much destruction they will meet!

25/08/2007