In the frozen ground,
We once plowed with might,
Blessing our tools,
With Thor’s sacred light.

Our seeds were planted,
With hopes to grow,
Harvesting our joys,
As the seasons go.

But now we must break,
Through the frozen earth,
Using all our tools,
To find our worth.

With Thor’s Hammer,
We shatter the block,
Clearing the way,
For our goals to flock.

Blessed be the plow,
That breaks through the soil,
Planting our seeds,
For a bountiful toil.

In this season of growth,
We seek our joy,
Plowing through obstacles,
With Thor’s powerful toy.

Harvest time will come,
And our efforts we’ll reap,
Thanking the gods,
For our bountiful keep.