All is lost and foreign kings   Rule the northern realms   Hammerfest, the last outpost   Has fallen to unbearded men      Lords of the bloody cross   Deceived or murdered all of true faith   Now the temple of Thor, where Mjolner is kept   Is under siege      They fear the power of Mjolner   The hammer of Thor   And all their efforts to destroy it have failed      From deep within the frozen ground   Comes a rumbling sound   Ravens fly and wild wolves howl   Sending shivers down christians' spines      As if from nowhere   Dark and grim he appears   The warlord of the Gods comes with force   To retrieve The Crusher      The first man died with a gurgling sigh   When his head was crushed   Painful surprise in his eyes   As his life was snuffed      With raw and brutal force   The warlord breaks the temple doors   The weak back off in fear   On the altar it lies, he lifts the hammer high   And before it he swears:      `Allvise Ygg, Maktige Harjafader   Guda av Asars och vaners att   Hor mina ord, nar som jag svar   Att om tusen vintrar ater ta var ratt?      While he speaky his prayer   Mjolner rests in the air   As if holding breath      Frozen by fear   They gathered stand and stare   And what they see is death      A laughing cry fill the shivering night   He lets the hammer strike   A bolt of lightning bright   Rips the darkened sky   Fire of doom - Ignite!