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