We are poor,
we worship Thor,
and our sword's bigger than yours!

We'll take your gold,
we'll be so bold,
and what's more you won't grow old.

You'll lie and rot,
your names we'll blot.
To be forgotten is your lot!

 

 

To heaven we go,
we won't be slow.
But there's one thing that you should know.

We'll leave our art
to show our heart,
and today our fame you start.