Paroles de The Brave

From the skies above Growls the beast of storms In the dark it calls Rank of fear in our halls Then wild thunder cracks Lo! The tempest parts: On a bridge of gold Thor, the brave, descends To bid us stand upright Hold our ground and fight Thor, the brave, has come To succor his folk He will ride ahead Fearless to the end He will face the beast With an iron fist His hammer is the sign That dispels the night Hark! His battle cry Is the lightning of the sky I shall fear not the beast That slithers at the root Of the ancient, holy tree: Thor, thou art with me To bid us stand upright Hold our ground and fight Thor, the brave, has come To succor his folk He will ride ahead, Fearless to the end He will face the beast With an iron fist