The balls of Thor

I ruled Valhalla drunken in my dreams As Thor the god of thunder ran in fear. Whilst I, the drunken mead-thane heard the screams Of maidens weeping in their honey-beer. I sailed a golden ship to lands of hate And with my battle-axe I sliced the limbs Of miscreants who ran, but much too late! The Catholics gather 'round to sing them hymns. I am a violent viking on a boat Who rules the land of Iceland with my sword. I drink the mead to quench my thirsty throat Those who impede my thirst-quench shalt be gored. Bow down to me, ye foolish and repent. You're giving up your dreams...your life is spent.