Red
When the laws and rules break,
And you think there’s no more you can take,
Look to one who makes the earth and skies shake:
Look to the God of Thunder.
In times of woe and strife
You can call on Thunder.
Look at the strength in my life:
You can see the Thunder.
Red-bearded warder of the walls of the world.
Hail,
Hail God of Thunder.
He pulls the serpent from its bed,
Fills giants’ hearts with awe and with dread;
Over white, I’ll always choose the red:
I’ll choose the God of Thunder.
‘Cuz whether or not it rains,
I can always hear Thunder,
And rushing through my veins,
I can always feel Thunder:
Midgard’s foes fall where his hammer is hurled.
Hail,
Hail God of Thunder.
Hail, Friend of Freyja and Ullr’s Kin!
Hail,
Oku-
Ving-
Asa-
Thor!
© 2009 Sorn Skald
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