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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