Thunder Thor split his hammer down the spine of fear of barrel-chested clamor a sonic stabbing spear shudder upon shudder a scalding scathing tide tier on lofty tier. The sky separated in abyssal sunder a searing sting is braided a derelict din of wonder a welter without rudder crackling tall and wide miles away from here. ‘Round empty chasm floors on ricochets and runs closing spasmed doors of auditoriums. Boiling white-hot drums a tremulous hollow ride fuse our inner ear. A rolling revelation A piercing vaunted howl the breadth of all creation with a stormy scowl resounding distant guns playing seek and hide without an earthly peer.