As Ragnarök draws near,
The serpent's shrieking loud.
All Midgard shakes in fear,
But one man's standing proud.
He holds his hammer high,
And mighty Mjölnir flares.
There's thunder in the sky,
And shows the name he bears.
Vingthor's wrath unfolds,
A force like thousand men.
He strikes like lighting bolts,
Destroys the serpent's den.
His gaze a thundercloud,
The beast, it fights in vain.
And with a final shout,
Lies Jörmungandr slain.
The thunder god rides forth,
His legend stays behind.
Protector of the north,
And strongest of his kind.