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The bleak fimbul winter arrived
Raging across the world With a fury that defied the memory of man Terrible wars where fought, the like had never been seen Men slew without a thought The ties of kinship were no more Skoll and Hati, the ravenous wolves Arose and devoured the sun and the moon Darkness descended upon the earth And the stars fell from the skies Loud blows heimdall the horne's in the air Odin quests the head of Mim Now shakes the holy ash where it stands The ancient tree moans, Fenris breaks free How are the Aesir? How are the Alves? Loud sounds Joutunheim Aesir comprise By the stonedoors dwarfs are moaning The mountains wise men Know you now or not? With his shield at hand Hrym travels from the east The serpant is turning, enormous in rage The serpant breaks the waves The eagle screams Nidhoggs tearing corpses Free comes Nagelfar Loke leads the legions of the dead In holy war Against the justice made by Aesir |
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Surtur comes from the south
With red hot fire wargods swords shines like the sun Mountains breaks, men on hel-road The heaven crumbles, Ragnarok is at hand Then to Hlin appears Another grief when Odin goes to fight The evil Fenris And the brave and glory Frey goes against Surtur Then will Friggs beloved one die Vidar,Odin's mighty son, he will come to slay the wolf The sword runs into the heart of Hverdrungs son So he avenges his father So comes Llodyns noble son Thor he goes to fight the snake In anger he slays the guardian of Midgaard Nine steps dying walks Odin's son Away from the snake who misdeeds not fear Dying from it venom When all are gone Only Surtur remained Passing his hand of fire across the whole world Consuming all of creation |
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Grey clouds - cover the winter sky
Cold snow - falls like autumn leaves to the ground The icy wind Pierces the skin of waiting warriors Like spears Will pierce their bodies in battle Frosted Beards on pale grey faces Eyes of death Are burning with rage Glancing across the fields of Tyr In the early morning light Grey clouds - cover the winter sky Cold snow - falls like autumn leaves to the ground The icy wind Pierces the skin of waiting warriors Like spears Will pierce their bodies in battle War cries break the silent wait Charging warriors rush to kill Swords are swung in the air The gods of war are called Vikings with fire in soul Clash on the open field Slaying with powerful strokes The snow is turning red Hooves gallop the plains Warlords on horsebacks Ride into battle With a thunderous roar The storm wind of death Blows across the field Sweeping with it Everything in its way So the battle settles Alone stands just one man Under the grey-clouded winter sky - alone. . . |
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