Down beneath the Earth sings another crow
The rust red bird among Hel's rows
Now Garm howls loud before Gnibahellir
The fetter will burst the wolves run free

Yggdrasill shakes and shivers on high
Up to the ancient limbs and the giants are loose
To the head of Mim does Odin give heed
But the kinsmen of Surtur shall his breathe forbid

Odin's breed, the end is near!

From the west comes Hrym with shield held high
In Giant wrath does Jornungandr ride
Over the waves he twists and the tawny eagle gnaws
Corpses screaming and Naglfar is loose

By the blood red horizon the two stars arise
The moon and the sun, beyond two wolves abide
Reached and shattered by the preys of the hunt
They both disappear on the world darkest grunt

Odin's breed, the end is near!