A story is told that in Asgard of old
was a hammer of great might
By the furnace light in the depth of night
they cast an ingot bold
Can you hear the hammerhead in the wind
They hammered on wrought and the rune spell caught
and engraved upon it's shaft
With a head of steel beneath which all men would kneel
and would lay down the sword at last
Can you hear the hammerhead in the wind
They laid on the anvil, a steel cold bar
Needing no fire nor file
But their sledgehammers following, like thunder rolled
And Sindre, sang runes by the fire