Mercy, spare me, I was but jestingnDidn't mean to cut all her hair offnListen, I will make the sons ofnnIwald forge her, you won't regret thisnNew hair, see here,nDwarfs are fine craftsmennSimple, you know, they may let mennStand by, setting their souls on firenMy my, watch the worldnnGo through mischiefnmalice and the woes of warnStill some thing are worth fighting fornLet death and destructionnstand your foes beforenAnd Midgard is safer the morenOut of the fire of freedomnand out of the forge of dwarfsnTo hold in your hand nownand for evermorenI give you the Hammer of ThornnWarfare somewherenForge now your finest weaponsnWorthy of blood of battlenMetal, deadly for these days ofnnWartime, war crimenLeave all you loved once safelynSheltered from foes of freedomnStardom fortune to the fools whonnStand by, setting our souls on firenMy my, watching the worldnnAs it goes through mischief andnMalice and the woes of warnStill some things are worth fighting fornLet death and destructionnstand your foes beforenAnd Midgard is safer the morenOut of the fire of freedomnand out of the forge of dwarfsnTo hold in your hand nownand for evermorenI give you the Hammer of ThornnWar marches up to your doornIf you don't stand before the Giants of ChaosnOnce thrown there's no way backnTo the way things were before