Don't anger the gods You might find yourself in the grave The strongest of strong All have been put to the blade The great and the noble Princes and kings The power-mad rulers Who'd thought they'd win
He drew his sword from the side His anger was mighty Mercy was nowhere in sight The heavens are opened The thunder it rings He's riding the lightning And the howling winds
I am the sky, skybolter, skybolter, sky Skybolter Die by the sky, skybolter, skybolter, sky Skybolter
When Odin is angry Earth will tremble and shake Mountains will fall Rivers will burn, it's too late I come from Valhalla With ice in my bones I'm raising my hammer You shall fall
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