Thor's Hammer

As I woke up one Sunday morning

My goat was gone without warning

The urge to kill appeared

So instead to the good church I steered

Amidst the reading of the Epistle and Gospel

The hammer I forged of my thrice stolen bell

I drive it into the eye of Vigfader

I drive it into the eye of Valfader

I drive it into the eye of Asator

What once was mine always returns to me

I temper the tool with my blood

Hot from the anvil, a copper stud

Painting his features on pieces of paper

No remorse, his eyes will be vapor

I steady the nail on his skull

Oh, his wretched ways will soon be culled

And with every single blow of my hammer

Those ill-gotten dreams I shall thoroughly shatter

I drive it into the eye of Vigfader

I drive it into the eye of Valfader

I drive it into the eye of Asator

What once was mine always returns to me