Song | The Hammer of Thor |
Artist | Týr |
Album | Ragnarok |
作曲 : Joensen, Traditional, TYR | |
Mercy, spare me, I was but jesting | |
Didn't mean to cut all her hair off | |
Listen, I will make the sons of | |
Iwald forge her, you won't regret this | |
New hair, see here | |
Dwarves are fine craftsmen | |
Simple, you know, they make let me | |
Stand by, setting their souls on fire | |
My my, watching the world | |
Go through mischief and malice and the woes of war | |
Still some things are worth fighting for | |
Let death and destruction stand your foes before | |
And Midgard is safer the more | |
Out of the fire of freedom and out of the forge of dwarves | |
To hold in your hand now and for evermore | |
I give you the Hammer of Thor | |
War unlike peace leaves it's lore | |
Takes our blood and our gore and never repay us | |
Once thrown there's no way back | |
To the way things were before | |
Warfare somewhere | |
Forge now your finest weapons | |
Worthy of blood of battle | |
Metal, deadly for these days of | |
Wartime, war crime | |
Leave all you loved once safety | |
Sheltered from foes of freedom | |
Stardom fortune to the fools who | |
Stand by, setting their souls on fire | |
My my, watching the world | |
At it goes through mischief and malice and the woes of war | |
Still some things are worth fighting for | |
Let death and destruction stand your foes before | |
And Midgard is safer the more | |
Out of the fire of freedom and out of the forge of dwarves | |
To hold in your hand now and for evermore | |
I give you the Hammer of Thor | |
War marches up to your door | |
If you don't stand before the giants of chaos | |
Once thrown there's now way back | |
To the way things were before |
zuò qǔ : Joensen, Traditional, TYR | |
Mercy, spare me, I was but jesting | |
Didn' t mean to cut all her hair off | |
Listen, I will make the sons of | |
Iwald forge her, you won' t regret this | |
New hair, see here | |
Dwarves are fine craftsmen | |
Simple, you know, they make let me | |
Stand by, setting their souls on fire | |
My my, watching the world | |
Go through mischief and malice and the woes of war | |
Still some things are worth fighting for | |
Let death and destruction stand your foes before | |
And Midgard is safer the more | |
Out of the fire of freedom and out of the forge of dwarves | |
To hold in your hand now and for evermore | |
I give you the Hammer of Thor | |
War unlike peace leaves it' s lore | |
Takes our blood and our gore and never repay us | |
Once thrown there' s no way back | |
To the way things were before | |
Warfare somewhere | |
Forge now your finest weapons | |
Worthy of blood of battle | |
Metal, deadly for these days of | |
Wartime, war crime | |
Leave all you loved once safety | |
Sheltered from foes of freedom | |
Stardom fortune to the fools who | |
Stand by, setting their souls on fire | |
My my, watching the world | |
At it goes through mischief and malice and the woes of war | |
Still some things are worth fighting for | |
Let death and destruction stand your foes before | |
And Midgard is safer the more | |
Out of the fire of freedom and out of the forge of dwarves | |
To hold in your hand now and for evermore | |
I give you the Hammer of Thor | |
War marches up to your door | |
If you don' t stand before the giants of chaos | |
Once thrown there' s now way back | |
To the way things were before |