**Intro:** *(Soft fingerpicking, distant thunder)* Oh the wind it calls through the longhouse door, Carries the scent of a coming war, But the fire’s warm and the mead runs deep— Who’ll wake the Thunderer from his sleep? **Verse 1:** He hung up his cloak by the oaken beam, Laid down his hammer—oh, how it gleamed, Told the hearth-ash, "Burn low tonight, Let the gods rest from their endless fight." **Chorus:** Oh, strike the anvil, sing the storm, Lightning’s child and harvest-born, Who’ll lift the hammer when the wild winds call? Thor walks the earth, but the earth stands tall. **Verse 2:** A knock came soft like a winter fox, A widow’s voice through the gathering mocks, "Lord of the lightning, my fields lie bare, The frost giants stole the seed from there." **Bridge:** *(Tempo slows, sparse plucking)* Oh, the hearth-fire whispered, "Stay, Let the mortals find their way." But the hammer hummed a battle tune, And the sky cracked wide beneath the moon. **Verse 3:** He took the cloak from the oaken stand, Fingers traced where the scars were branded, "Fire keep warm, I’ll not be long, The road to Jotunheim is cold and long." **Chorus:** *(Repeat)* **Verse 4:** *(Driving rhythm, defiance)* They say he roared like the tidal swell, Cracked the earth where the giants fell, But when dawn broke on the widow’s field, The wheat stood gold, and the hammer sealed. **Outro:** *(Soft, fading)* Now the wind it calls through the longhouse door, But the fire’s bright and the mead runs more, And the children laugh where the hammer hangs— Thor walks the earth, but the earth remains.
