Thor's Hammer کے بول

As I woke up one Sunday morning My goat was gone without warning The urge to kill appeared So instead to the good church I steered Amidst the reading of the Epistle and Gospel The hammer I forged of my thrice stolen bell I drive it into the eye of Vigfader I drive it into the eye of Valfader I drive it into the eye of Asator What once was mine always returns to me I temper the tool with my blood Hot from the anvil, a copper stud Painting his features on pieces of paper No remorse, his eyes will be vapor I steady the nail on his skull Oh, his wretched ways will soon be culled And with every single blow of my hammer Those ill-gotten dreams I shall thoroughly shatter I drive it into the eye of Vigfader I drive it into the eye of Valfader I drive it into the eye of Asator What once was mine always returns to me