Beneath the waves of a sunless sea A shadow coils where no light can be Born of the ancient, trembling earth Doom in the scales from the moment of birth And the cold wind whispers his name Through fjords of sorrow it came O, Jörmungandr, serpent wide Circle the world in the deep, dark tide Dreaming of thunder, dreaming of flame Bound to the hour the gods will name O lonely serpent, fated to rise Sleep till the end of the northern skies He hears the drums of a distant shore Echoes of battles not fought before Brothers and beasts in the twilight roam Knowing his waking will call them home And the runes foretell what will be His breath will poison the sea O, Jörmungandr, serpent wide Circle the world in the deep, dark tide Dreaming of thunder, dreaming of flame Bound to the hour the gods will name O, lonely serpent, fated to rise Sleep till the end of the northern skies When Moon turns red and mountains fall His cry will shatter the heavens' call Thor will meet him upon the shore Two fates entwined forever more O, Jörmungandr, endless tide Wake from the dark where the old gods hide Carry the storm, carry the pain Circle the world once more again O ancient serpent, cold and wise Rise with the dusk of the northern skies