Now comes a fire-ship from the east, With Loki standing at the helm. The dead arise; the damned are unleashed; Fear and Chaos ride with them.
Now comes a fire-ship from the east,
With Loki standing at the helm.
The dead arise; the damned are unleashed;
Fear and Chaos ride with them.
Now comes the final reckoning.
Now come the folk of Netherworld.
Now comes the dragon of darkness, Death,
Casting his shadow-wing over the Worlds.
How goes it with the Firefolk?
And with the gods, how goes it now?
The day of Ragnarók is here.
I speak as I must. Will you hear more?
Flames from the south. Ice from the north.
The sun falls screaming from the sky.
The road to Hel is open wide
Mountains gape and witches fly.
Now Odin comes to face the foe.
Against the Fenris Wolf he stands.
He fights; he falls. Need I say more?
Thor will avenge the Old Man.
Now the snake that binds the world
Strikes in rage at wrathful Thor.
Thunderer wins the battle, but falls
To the monster’s raging maw.
Once more the wolf at Hel’s gate greets
Asgard’s heroes, one by one.
Battle rages, Worlds collide.
Stars fall. Once more, Death has won.
I see a new world rising. Green
And lovely from the ocean.
Mountains rise, bright torrents flow,
Eagles hunt for salmon
