Songtext von Albert the Great

A crash of thunder on the ancient ebony gate splits the silence like an axe blow Storming his silence and breaking his peace with no thought of consequence And with that the mighty wizard aroze and began his decent apon his foes He takes up his staff and his norse blood flows strong He arises from his throne to smite his enemies tenfold A legion of darkness marches forth smearing the land with blood For he has denied allegiance with the forces of evil With his fortress breached he is left with no alternative He rises his staff and calls upon Thor! The skies open, death rains down upon the helpless ones He stands idle as his enemies fall before him Their quest was in vain They assumed that his power had diminished