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Thunraz, dweller in the oak

Heathen! hasten from above

Bless my arms with strength

The power to slay giants of frost

Thunraz, dweller in the oak

Heathen! hasten from above

Thunor the old, god of the storm

My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:

Hammers of thunder, lightning

The vessels of might for Donar's wrath

Thunor the old, god of the storm

My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:

Hammers of thunder, lightning

The vessels of might for Donar's wrath

Noble art thou, protector of men

Leader and first 'mongst our ranks

Bring down thy fire - it shall be ours

A shield over our heads

A shirt of mail over our breast

The hammer of Donar

Is tearing apart

The black clouds that block

The glorious sun

Thunor the old, god of the storm

My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:

Hammers of thunder, lightning

The vessels of might for Donar's wrath

Awe-struck and dumb

Our enemies shall stand

At the sight of the hammer

In Donar's hand