As Thor
Not far from hill
As I can feel
There is a house of yours
Not far from mine
I’m crossing line
To make my simple choice.
And you still wait
As careless fate
When I will knock your door
And I will come
As strong and calm
As Scandinavian Thor.
My hammer will
Disturb the hill
And you will open eyes
I crossed the line
You will be mine
And you will say, surprise!
Your woe will die
And bright blue sky
Will give us wings for flight
I want to be
A part of thee
In arms of day and night.
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