Lost Rune Of Thunder

Mountains are quaking

On the soil of the Gods

Scene's covered by the silvery light

And the falling tears from the cope

Long lasting silence

Has now reached its end

It is time to listen to the ancient tune

From the Valley of Might and fells

Peal of the chariots

Pulled by ancient beasts

Crimson glow in their eyes

Heading for the divine fields

In the halls of Odin,

Blasts away the voice:

"It is time to raise a goblet,

Because the son is back at home!"

Secrets of the lightning

Riders of the storm

Waking up the beast

From his deepest drowse

The mighty word from the heavens

Once again it's been found

The lost rune of thunder

Carved in the stone of the Gods

From the cave of a giant

Into the eye of the storm

Then follows the silence...

And the hammer falls