My scouts have seen in the fields men marching on
He says that they are men of god from another land
They march onto our homes with bad intent
They wish to turn us away from our gods

Men approach through the fields
All men be ready to fight
Swords unsheathed arrows nocked
We will send them to their god

I call up to the gods above for their will
If we die we ask of them to give a good death
We wait for what seems to be hours or maybe more
Ready for when the men approach to fight till death

They ram the door we hold for now
Archers shoot and slay their men
Another hit the door breaks free
They charge in and slay our men
They outnumber us three to one
Many fall and die today
They breach the walls and run throughout
Our town killing all

They kill all of our families
Sparing no man woman or kid
They lay waste in the name of their god
And leave nothing but death

Our brave men in great numbers fall
We are outmatched in every way
Why would the gods leave us to this fate
Left to die or believe in a false god

A darkened cloud appears above all of our heads
The sun is completely covered from sight
The rain starts to fall with a great might
Thunder and lightning crash with great sound

A man at the site of the thunder strike joins the fight
With a great hammer in hand he pummels men in to earth below
With the strength of a god he turns the tide for us

His hammer is the same as the one around all of our necks
The hammer of the god Thor known as Mjolnir
So then the gods have heard our prayers and answered them
To help win this fight against these men