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A crash of thunder on the ancient ebony gate

splits the silence like an axe blow

Storming his silence and breaking his peace

with no thought of consequence

And with that the mighty wizard aroze

and began his decent apon his foes

He takes up his staff

and his norse blood flows strong

He arises from his throne

to smite his enemies tenfold

A legion of darkness marches forth

smearing the land with blood

For he has denied allegiance

with the forces of evil

With his fortress breached

he is left with no alternative

He rises his staff and calls upon Thor!

The skies open, death rains down

upon the helpless ones

He stands idle as his

enemies fall before him

Their quest was in vain

They assumed that his power had diminished