Thor, the lover of Sif, the lovley Goddess with long golden hair,

The son of Odin, who's name strikes fear in the hearts to whoever hears it.

My drunken uncle, who flys across the sky in a chariot,

Striking down giants with your mjölnir,

Loki's gift to you to forgive his foolish mistake.

The God who keeps us safe in Midgard, and the rest of the Gods in Asgard.

It is you we look t...

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