Born Of Thunder

Wherever I tread on this haunted, holy ground
I look to the skies above
the clouds armed with storm.

Born of thunder is he who rides
Down from the tempest's burning soul
To Midgard with a hammer in his hand
On his chariot made of living fire.

He's the protector of men
His name is a magic word
He's a god come from on high
He's the one.

Whenever I see the glory that dawns each morn
Frozen like steel, enchanted by Northern light.

Born of thunder is he who rides
Down from the tempest's burning soul
To Midgard with a hammer in his hand
On his chariot made of living fire.

He's the protector of men
His name is a magic word
He's a god come from on high
He's the one.

Robbed in such splendor
Immortal eyes bedewed
With the gift of prophecy.

Where I tread on this haunted, holy ground
I took to the skies above, the clouds armed with storm.

Born of thunder is he who rides
Down from the tempest's burning soul
To Midgard with a hammer in his hand
On his chariot made of living fire.