I am thunder hear me roar;

paramour of Wotan

now the mountains rumble

when I anger and make war.

Beware the lair, my hair is fire

and I scorch from far.

I hurt your lies

and burn your truth.

I race the wind.

I always win.

Do not mock ...they’ll

find your body

on the rocks…

torn and ******  

black holes for eyes

bore out with nails.

You never saw

the truth so what!

You dispise

the one who tried to

show the way.

Go to hell !Oh boorish ****...

I’m here to stay…Vaincre Le ****

is surely meant for me...

just set me  free…If you should say,

Oh poisson,she smells... it would be fitting

for Wotan’s *****…

You  are a real piece of work!