The biting dark, he knew would come;
A chilling dawn without the sun.
A long forgotten evil there
In deep and guarded monster lair.
And so he left us long ago
To face the thunder down below.

Our hero stood and gathered strength;
His sword he took, his armor placed
About his chest and on his head,
So fair he looked and so they said
His helm went, shining, long ago
To quell the thunder down below.

The biting dark he went to fight.
The sunless dawn he sought to light.
And deep beneath the earth’s green crust
Strode he and with his arm he thrust
A torchlight, glowing, long ago,
In the face of thunder down below.

The stories claimed he’d find it there:
The monstrous thing that knew no care.
A crawling thing; deep black it was.
A nightmare thing, and death it caused.
This foe he hunted, long ago,
In spite of thunder down below.

The hero found the thing he chased:
In its dungeon, the creature paced.
Dripping fangs and snapping claws:
But our hero did not pause.
His sword went swinging, long ago
To bring the thunder down below!

And there our hero put it down:
The beast. The night. The sword. The crown.
Left for us: A kingdom to keep
While the hero sleeps beneath our feet.
For our king died there, long ago,
Laid out by thunder down below.