Vigrid

Fimbulvetr now has comeNone are spared through winters threeAge of Sun is gone..Come now forth unto the endLong have we prepared our swordsFor this final dayBrothers will fightbringing death to each otherSons of sisterswill split their kin bonds..Age of axes, age of swords,shields split,wind age, wolf ageuntil the world falls into ruinNo more the Sun.No more the Moon.Fatters shaken from the earthUnleashing the deadly foes..The ship of nails is comeBane of gods unboundSons of Muspell ride behindA sword as of the SunOne hundred leagues in every pathThe field of battle lies cold and stillLong foreseen the fate of allShall be unveiled on the final day...And finally the mightyGjallarhorn resoundsWith fear but strength thefallenones go on towards the end...Cometh now the final dayFate awais us on the fieldGlorious or fellCome now forth unto the endLong have we prepared our swordsFor this final dayAbsence of the mighty swordWill be the bane of FreySlain by that which shines so brightHel's hound, great and fellChallenges the bravest GodTogether they fallThunder God and his old foeAre each other's baneAnd finally the ancient wolfSwallows the Old Wise One..Odin's son goes to fight with the wolf,Vidar on the wayto the carrion beast;he lets his swordhew to the heartof Hvedrung's sonThus the father is avengedThe sun grows black,the earth sinks into the seaThe bright starsvanis from the heavensSteam surges upand the fire rages.Heat reaches highagainst heaven itself...