Thunder rolls, the sky is burning, Ancient voices, ever yearning. Through the forest, drums awake, Druid’s chant by the storming lake. Hammer of storms, strike the night, Shield of gods, bring the light. Through the shadows, through the fire, Odin’s will, the world’s desire. Hamarinn fellr, eldr brennr, Þórr vegr, vé varðar. Mjǫllnir kallar, regn ok dundr, Æsir standa, nátt skal sundr. Circle drawn, the stones are glowing, River sings, the power flowing. By the oak the spell is cast, Binding future, root and past. Þórr, verndar, stormr og ljóss, Echo whispers through the night. Hammer falling, flames arise, Druid’s prayer beneath the skies. Hamarinn fellr, eldr brennr, Þórr vegr, vé varðar. Mjǫllnir kallar, regn ok dundr, Æsir standa, nátt skal sundr.
