How well I know this force that draws fast upon my brain wages all the energies there retained Till surging fills each life filled cell to the roaring torment and blessed state.
Beyond the horizon It gathers upon the breath of those Gods Thor riding the triumphant clouds bellows into the night's air his charge Of thickened, dense filled pockets of space Edgeing upon the fringe of life.
I stand *****, arms out stretched Like an ancient shaman invoking his god gathering within my lungs this breath of charged air and vibrating it out, I call the gales drifting winds To sweep and engulf this soul of mine Into the depths of that tormented breeze.
Hear O ancient one's my haunting cry That steps out from the Soul and dreams of mine Awaken again that sacred form and bliss of natures wrath and constant kiss To journey but the essence of life.
Thor roars in distant rumbles that gathers pleads and romps the air and valleys hammer flung, the metal strikes and splinters it's flashing rods to earth Castrating the nights air to its engulfed state.
The winds rush and cross the Firths great stance Arran haunted to the raging sky Lightning strikes amongst her giant peaks Goat fell rages but to the demented storm Like blasts from battles deep.
The seas roar the triumphant entry Of the Viking God yet but once again Upon theses ancient fields of time and place charging upon the gales ravenous winds and tossed tides The lordship of Thor upon the planes of Ayr.