With the thunderbolts still at beck and call
An ancient force advances, proud and strong
Warrior. Guardian. King of his throng
Fought a thousand battles. Never did fall
To the undefeated a challenge comes
War calls: Now’s not the time to turn away
Voices of millennia guide his way
Each step to the sound of a thousand drums
Of fierce of Valkyries at his back; A score
The grip on the hammer strong as ever
The power of thunder ceasing never
Could be the last but it has been before
Having stood tall over the blood and slime
He picks up the hammer for one more time
June 10th 2013
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