Raise the Hammer, Light the Hall

From Cardston’s northern edge where cold winds roam Rose the Clan of Tolman,

iron-bound in home Trials proved his strength, battles proved his hand

But mercy crowned the chieftain of the land A lone soul stands beneath an

ashen sky Ice in the lungs, no fire burning nearby

The Frost Giant looms with a frozen crown A mountain of silence pressing them

down Knees bend low, defeat draws near The end feels close,

the path unclear Then Tolman comes with hammer high “Stand, my friend —

you're not alone tonight” Raise the hammer, light the hall No one here