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