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 may let me Stand by, setting their souls on fire My my, watch the world Go through mischief malice and the woes of war Still some thing are worth fighting for Let d**h 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 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 safely Sheltered from foes of freedom Stardom fortune to the fools who Stand by, setting our 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 d**h 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 no way back To the way things were before