Vigrid

Fimbulvetr now has come

None are spared through winters three

Age of Sun is gone..

Come now forth unto the end

Long have we prepared our swords

For this final day

Brothers will fight

bringing death to each other

Sons of sisters

will split their kin bonds..

Age of axes, age of swords,

shields split,

wind age, wolf age

until the world falls into ruin

No more the Sun.

No more the Moon.

Fatters shaken from the earth

Unleashing the deadly foes..

The ship of nails is come

Bane of gods unbound

Sons of Muspell ride behind

A sword as of the Sun

One hundred leagues in every path

The field of battle lies cold and still

Long foreseen the fate of all

Shall be unveiled on the final day

...And finally the mighty

Gjallarhorn resounds

With fear but strength the

fallenones go on towards the end...

Cometh now the final day

Fate awais us on the field

Glorious or fell

Come now forth unto the end

Long have we prepared our swords

For this final day

Absence of the mighty sword

Will be the bane of Frey

Slain by that which shines so bright

Hel's hound, great and fell

Challenges the bravest God

Together they fall

Thunder God and his old foe

Are each other's bane

And finally the ancient wolf

Swallows the Old Wise One..

Odin's son goes to fight with the wolf,

Vidar on the way

to the carrion beast;

he lets his sword

hew to the heart

of Hvedrung's son

Thus the father is avenged

The sun grows black,

the earth sinks into the sea

The bright stars

vanis from the heavens

Steam surges up

and the fire rages.

Heat reaches high

against heaven itself...