Lyrics
Hearken, mortals — mark this sound
For the floor itself now shakes the ground
This is no mere rhythm born of chance
It is thunder calling thee to dance
From forged halls where storms are sworn
To mirrored rooms this night reborn
I carry lightning in my stride
Each step a vow, each beat my guide
Ha! Dost thou feel it seize thy frame?
That pounding truth which speaks my name
Boogie bolt — strike as one
Let thy movement match the drum
Stamp thy feet, lift thy voice
Thunder grants thee little choice
Boogie bolt — feel its might
Swing the hammer through the night
When Mjolnir falls upon the beat
Even gods must move their feet
Be it velvet rope or golden gate
No hall may stand against my gait
For where I tread, the sound obeys
And courage blooms in mortal ways
This beat doth pound within my chest
As fiercely as my worthiest test
If thou wouldst question power's form
Then dance, and meet the coming storm
Steel and rhythm, bound and sworn
The dance begins — the storm is born
Boogie bolt — strike as one
Let thy movement match the drum
Stamp thy feet, lift thy voice
Thunder grants thee little choice
Boogie bolt — feel its might
Swing the hammer through the night
When Mjolnir falls upon the beat
Even gods must move their feet
Ha! Can you feel it? Every beat pounds like the thunder in my own heart!
Mortals, tonight, you shall ride the lightning
and dance with the Son of Odin!
I ask not who is brave or bold
I see it proven, step by step
If thou canst keep the sacred count
Then rise — and show thy true amount
Boogie bolt — strike as one
Let thy movement match the drum
Stamp thy feet, lift thy voice
Thunder grants thee little choice
Boogie bolt — feel its might