Wrath of Indra

Out of frost and fire, there was chaos long ago
 Mighty King slew the beast as the Norsemen know
 From [bad word] blood the ocean, hear their thunderous cries
 From the toilsome remains Indra, make the underworld rise

 Of his hair he shed the forest, of his skull, the blinding skies
 Sculpted from his bones tho mountains, beneath them we all lie
 Lo, today, upon my window
 Indra carves on every pane to admonish my skeptic smile
 new world order again

 Out of frost and fire, there was chaos long ago
 Mighty King slew the beast as the Norsemen know
 Who shall say the gods have left us or that the power is lost?
 Flash upon [bad word] sight out of fire and frost

 Leader of the Gods, lord of the skies
 He brings a storm of heaven's wrath to heed our cries
 realm awaits our passing, and as our empire dies
 From the blackened soil of earth the underworld shall rise

 Leader of the Gods, lord of the skies
 He brings a storm of heaven's wrath to heed our cries
 realm awaits our passing, and as our empire dies
 From the blackened soil of earth the underworld shall rise