Rolling across the tundra, like a thousand mighty steeds, alongside his brother lightning,
lays waste to all he sees. Odin speaks his name, in the Halla he resides,
but when he touches down on earth, shakes like battle pride. You'd never stand a chance.
You're doing the death dance. Thunder, rolling, out of control. Thunder, exploding, taking its toll.
You're out on desert beasts, ascending through the night, climbing the tallest mountains,
just to catch a sight. For there are mighty gods on earth, you can see them if you try,
on the center of the storm, in the hurricane's eye. We're just ants upon the ground.
Thunder, standing tall, all around. Thunder, rolling, out of control. Thunder, exploding, taking its toll.
Thunder, exploding, taking its toll.
Thunder, exploding, taking its toll.
But the thunder is the greatest act in the show. Thunder, rolling, out of control.
Thunder, exploding, taking its toll. Thunder, rolling, out of control. Thunder, exploding, taking its toll.
