Ragnarok 1: Blood Over Asgard

Dark grows the sun and in summer soon

Come mighty storm, would you know yet more?

On a hill there sat and smote on his harp

Eggther the joyous the giant's warder

Then to the golds crowed gollinkambi

He wakes the heroes in othin's hall

Farewell hallowed hall of asgård

Now the gentle dawn radiates not gold

But blood red beams of one glorious horizon

Far we must go to our impending doom

Bifrost now wails and shakes under our march...

Much do we know and more can see

Of the fate of the golds the mighty in fight

Fast move the sons of mim and fate

Is heard in the note of the gjallarhorn

Loud blows heimdall, the horn is aloft

In fear quake all who on hel-roads are...

Farewel hallowed halls of asgård

Now the gentle dawn radiates not gold

But blood red beams of once glorious horizon

Far we must go to our impending doom

Bifrost now wails and shakes under our march