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Last battle of Gods

Bifrost! The grave for Muspell’s sons The Frost! The strength of coldest month. Fenrir Has eaten sun so fast Don’t fear! We kill because we must. Disgrace! The breath of Ragnarok! No chains For Giant Wolf and Dog. Heimdall Is playing Gjallarhorn The hull Of Naglfar won’t turn. The Thor’s Not better than Great Snake Last War Of gods, and Surt will make The Flame For Earth and human race The Shame We’re meeting face to face. Bifrost Has fallen to the Deep Pale ghost Of us will have to weep! Big Garm Is carrying wounded moon The charm Of Death will come so soon.

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