Thunraz, dweller in the oak
Heathen! hasten from above
Bless my arms with strength
The power to slay giants of frost

Thunraz, dweller in the oak
Heathen! hasten from above

Thunor the old, god of the storm
My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:
Hammers of thunder, lightning
The vessels of might for Donar's wrath

Thunor the old, god of the storm
My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:
Hammers of thunder, lightning
The vessels of might for Donar's wrath

Noble art thou, protector of men
Leader and first 'mongst our ranks
Bring down thy fire - it shall be ours
A shield over our heads
A shirt of mail over our breast

The hammer of Donar is tearing apart
The black clouds that block the glorious sun

Thunor the old, god of the storm
My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:
Hammers of thunder, lightning
The vessels of might for Donar's wrath

Thunor the old, god of the storm
My fists, like Mjolnir shall be:
Hammers of thunder, lightning
The vessels of might for Donar's wrath

Awe, struck and dumb
Our enemies shall stand
At the sight of the hammer
In Donar's hand