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Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards
But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds
The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands
You can hear his voice in the thunder as the sky grows
Darker and darker, he swings his hammer to the land and
Lightning comes down with such a force it shakes the
Very core of Valhalla...drowning out the screams of
The orcs that go trying to cross the echoing bridge...
Well he comes swinging his hammer and strikes them
Down, they drop to the forest floor frozen in the snow
Covered ground...you cannot yield his power, you can
Not have a hand on his gleaming hammer...he says in
A voice of thunder "I am the keeper of the gate, the
Keeper of law and order, keeper of Valhalla in good
Fate...I will protect the innocent but woe to the Orcs
Who challenge my power...I will swing my hammer
To the ground and strike you down” he says in a voice
Of thunder “I am Thor of Asgard, I am Thor, Thor”
As it is written in the stars!

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