Hear the distant thunders
Calling my name in aweâ€"high up in the skies I was born
Tempests compose my glorious ode…
I defy the giants of frost
Alone I have faced their hordes!
At the hour of my wrath
d**h was dealt by my avenging hand!
Mjolner hammers the hills
The bane of giants it brings!
Mjolner rides on the storm
The bane of giants is wrought!
I fear not the serpent
Coiled at the ancient
Roots of Yggdrasil
My hammer is a’ pounding
My chariot is riding
Power-girt by dwarves
Beloved of men
And feared by giants!
I fear not the tempest
Boiling in the brooding Northern skies above
My hammer is a’ pounding
My chariot is riding
The wind has called me: I’ll descend to Midgard and face the giants!
Mjolner hammers the hills
The bane of giants it brings!
Mjolner rides on the storm
The bane of giants is wrought!
€œI have come from above, riding my chariot anon! Woe to the giants of frost, for I am their mortal foe!â€