The tree, a mighty ash, at worlds heart, tended by the Norns Seated at the base, lies a well from which all fate is drawn Yggdrasil’s base, they count the days, the river flow of time They tend the tree, from which all comes, the seeded bough of mankind Ask veit ek standar, heitir Yggdrasill, hár baðmr, ausinn hvíta auri, þaðan koma dǫggvar þær’s ĩ dala falla, stendr æ yfir grǿnn Urðarbrunni. No fear, no pain your time is set Your fate is in stone, woven by Norn alone Odin’s hand, here drew the runes, all rivers here they run Futures carved on waters face, fate goes as 'ere she shall

Enter the Sacred Grove, Odin is calling Consecrate life with death, blood of the fallen Nine are the trees that are set on the pyre Sing for the Valkyrie, Come Odin's Daughters! Sing of the night, Sing Vetrnætr's songs Disir dance in shadow, calling all men home. Chanting the battle song, gather the fallen Wolf skinned my warriors, reapers of men Rage of the berserk, feel Odin's calling Bear bloody shields to the doors of Valhalla! Enter the Sacred Grove, Odin is calling Consecrate life with death, blood of the fallen Nine are the trees that are set on the pyre Sing for the Valkyrie, Come Odin's Daughters Reddened with blood, altar raised to the gods Mead for the one eyed, Father of them all Shieldmaid of Welkin, Queen of the war field Brides of the raven and bringers of doom, Carry me home to the halls of the fallen To feast with my Fathers, Einherjar all! Enter the Sacred Grove, Odin is calling Consecrate life with death, blood of the fallen Nine are the trees that are set on the pyre Sing for the Valkyrie, Come Odin's Daughters Enter the Sacred Grove, Odin is calling Consecrate life with death, blood of the fallen Nine are the trees that are set on the pyre Sing for the Valkyrie, Come Odin's Daughters Then light cracked the sky, the thunder of fell hooves Carrying across the corpse strewn field, as the Valkyrie descended Mail shirts caked in blood, spear tips sharpened Sing of the night, sing Vetrnætr's songs Disir dance in shadow, calling all men home

Odin's fairest son, Baldur the bright, has been troubled by dreams of death, among the gods Dreams of a pyre, shields covered in gold Gods mourn the fallen one, who lies unseen The mead is brewed here for Baldur, beloved of Odin's sons He is brought low by his brother, such are the fates of the Gods Gods mourning Baldur, sorrow shaking the world Foretelling of a future, a realm of gods undone Hringhorni turned to a pyre, his ship sails now into hell Shed no more tears for young Baldur, his fate must come to us all Envious rage, Loki harbors End of the gods, hate undying Setting the stage, fates are woven Death of a god, Loki's laughing There is no joy here for Odin, foretold the death of his son Return now god to Valhalla, seek of my words no more Seeress of the underworld, summoned from your grave Speak of my future, to earn your rest Dreams of a god now lie broken, upon the most hallowed stone Loki will begin his vengeance, a shaft for the blind god to throw Fire take Loki, scoured from the earth, Slayer of Baldur, father of the wolf Envious rage, Loki harbors End of the gods, hate undying Setting the stage, fates are woven Death of a god, Loki's laughing By your command, I have spoken, By my will, I shall go I will rest with the fallen, Counting the days of the world Speak of the future, Witch brought from the earth, Sleep once my task is fulfilled, seer of the fates There is no joy here for Odin, foretold the death of his son Return now god to Valhalla, Seek of my words no more Fates are the weave of the word, bind even the gods The call of the carrion bird, echoes in Valhall.

Bound to this stone, safe from the worlds of gods and men, My husband held, tormented evermore Fate led you here, cruel is the weave that guides us all To flame fairwelled, waiting the final war Rembember Odin, at the dawn of time brothers, you and I A table was set, for our cups our blood, intertwined Loki sleep, I am here, at your side always when your bonds break at last, you will be free once more Thor, your wife whose hair I stole While she slept by my side A hammer I forged to repay a debt Payment for that night Oh gods, they have no right, you feast with them as honored friend With treachery, they seek your end My weapons lie at the gates of Hel In a chest with nine strong locks, The rising tide of death does swell, To bring them to my hands Loki sleep, I am here, at your side always when your bonds, break at last, you will be free once more The time will come, to build my pyre Fueled by the ninefold worlds To lay across the bodies of gods A sacrifice to myself Arise, freed from your bonds, your children heed the call to war Ragnarok, the battle song This tormenting rain, will melt my chains and set me free once more Bring my children to me, and by my side we shall burn the world of men The sea will rise and the earth will freeze, a thousand years of war To bolster my army, against the gods, a debt paid in the end Bound to this stone, safe from the worlds of gods and men, My husband held, tormented evermore Fate led you here, cruel is the weave that guides us all, To flame fairwelled, waiting the final war

Come my child, the forest echoes with silence Hear the cry, a warning riders are coming A thousand hoof beats crack the sky A host of shadows fill the night Arise now Odin’s dogs of war The wild hunt will cleanse this world A flight of birds come to blot the moon Their beating wings turning to the clash of spears The cry of wolves, fall beneath the trees Come now child, these omens show you the truth Read the runes, a warning written in blood A thousand hoof beats crack the sky A host of shadows fill the night Arise now Odin’s dogs of war The Wild Hunt will burn this world A house aflame, trod beneath fell hooves Allfather’s path, since before the time of man Eight pounding hooves, sing across the sky The sounds of war, rise with each unending stride Fear not child the weave of your own destiny Death awaits the coward equally Fear not child the weave of your own destiny Die with honor, let Allfather see From the barrow, bear the sword of warriors past Hold your blade high, raise your shield arm to the sky Call to Odin, sing the war song, bless the dead They have journeyed, you may follow, warriors fate Hear now the sound, coursing through your veins The baying hounds, mixing with the screams of men The blood like rain, running down your blade The sound of hooves, driving you to charge again Come now child, the battle leaves you behind Einherjar, arise and follow your line A thousand hoof beats crack the sky A host of shadows fill the night Arise now Odin’s dogs of war The wild hunt will burn this world The sound of hooves, and of wings arrive A golden host, lightning chases 'cross the sky The sound of spears, and a mourning cry Shaking the ground upon which the fallen lie The golden doors will be opened wide Arise a man, as Einherjar step inside The warrior’s hall, Odin’s host resides Till Ragnarok, destined there again to die

We are told of a winter that will hail the end of time Shields will be broken, under endless drifts of snow Fimbulwinter, when the wolves have cleared the sky Sound the Gjallarhorn, life is ending Warriors gathering, and the Aesir march to war Sound the Gjallarhorn, gods are dying Silent throne of Baldur, blind God's reckoning Brother will kill brother, over fields the ravens fly In the East dwells the old hag, In the Jarnved forest; And brings forth there Fenrer’s offspring. There comes of them all One of the worst, The moon’s devourer In a troll’s disguise, He is filled with the life blood Of men doomed to die; The seats of the gods He stains with red gore. Far to the East, Loki steers his host to war Mountains will be shattered, no man’s life is his own Einherjar are marching, Valkyr drenched in blood Fires burning, to swallow all the world Fimbulwinter, when the wolves have cleared the sky Sound the Gjallarhorn, life is ending Warriors gathering, and the Aesir march to war Sound the Gjallarhorn, gods are dying

Your time has come, the heavens ring The Gjallarhorn’s mournful cry resounds Hel’s hordes have come, to Asgard’s doors The Eldjotnar cry brings the walls down Naglfar sails on frozen wind with Jörmungandr on the rising tide The Giants march from frozen home, and the Fenris wolf is free Einherjar rise, you fate is here The Valkyries lead the charge to war On Wigrid's field, no man will live The raven's cry brings the ending of the world Einherjar stand, here side by side Their shields are raised against their fate The day has come, the time is here With sword and shield the battle song is sung Surtr’s feet on Bifrost crash by his flaming sword the way is closed the baleful drums of an army of woe echo in the halls, of the Gods The Valkyrie prepare for war The spears of Odin’s brides will fly Their song of woe, all men will hear This is the day that none will arise The sun’s last rise on Midgard’s Plane Dawns on an army of death The unyielding march of dishonored dead From Hel they rise Odin stirs from restless sleep His son’s dreams become his own, A fate foretold, for all of time His ravens fly on a cold unyielding wind Einherjar rise, you fate is here The Valkyries lead the charge to war On Wigrid's field, no man will live The raven's cry brings the ending of the world Yggdrasil shakes, the world is torn, a prophesy fulfilled A pyre burning for the gods, their fate they meet this day

The scent of flesh on carrion winds, the stretching of flayed skin Naglfar sails on rising tide, Muspelheim unleashed Flames from the east, Surtr arise Struck from the bodies of dishonored dead, their nails armor her prow The hair of the fallen once moored her to shore, broken by coming of the final war Crewed now by corpses of ten thousand men, they sail to Vigard at Surtr’s command An Army of giants, a flame from the East, doom of the Gods, Naglfar the beast. Ship of the dead, fate of all men From the North we hear of a coming storm, from the East the flames rise high Forests shake and mountains crumble, death awaits with hollow eyes The scent of flesh on carrion winds, the stretching of flayed skin Naglfar sails on rising tide, Muspelheim unleashed Ship of the dead, fate of all men Loki stands upon the prow, Lævateinn in hand His killing staff will strike again, to land the final blow The gods have come to face the tide, that rises on Asgard’s shores Surtr’s hordes will cross the bridge, to the sounding of fell horns For the death of Baldur, in the end we suffer And O what words were whispered there, and that we should not know For Odin knew the fates foretold, and how he loved his son

A rooster crowed in Gallow’s Wood The bright red cockerel who is called Felar Vigrid is the field where in fight shall meet Surtr and the gracious gods A hundred miles each way does it measure, and so are its boundaries set Fog on sorrows field The graveyard of the dead The Gods in Asgard sleep Ravens return to roost No wolves howl battle songs Hearth fires to ash, this night Afterword, when the world is burned and dead are the gods of mankind When the fog is burned from the fields of woe and the final tally called All fates will be revealed As Mímir spoke the words The death of Odin’s son What words were whispered there? The pyre of the gods Has set the world to flame, this night Afterword, when the world is burned and dead are the gods of mankind When the fog is burned from the fields of woe and the final tally called When the world is burned When the gods are dead On the field of woe, the final tally called Looms stand silent, upon the ground In hallowed bough, the Norns await the war to come Gathered around the well, from whence all knowledge of life is drawn, and woven long ago Heimdallr lifts his horn The Serpent drowns the shore The dwarves behind stone doors Leaves obscure the well of Norns Yggdrasil shakes, the world is torn! Sky is black Mountains crack Fire burned Nighog returned When the world is burned and dead are the gods of mankind When the fog is burned from the fields of woe and the final tally called Light will burn in the Eastern sky The flames of Surtr’s sword Cast the fog from Vigrid’s field Awaken the Gods of war Heed these words the end is come In Asgard’s halls the battle song Fenris writhes and breaks his chains The Jötunn now lie free Beckon the coming of Odin’s Bane The river Ván runs dry Rust shatters the binding sword The Wolf returns to the world of men On Slepnir rides Valhalla’s King With spear and golden helm Einherjar rise for a final day Destined again to die With battle song they form a line To march against their fate Now, all the world is ash and forgotten are the gods of mankind The ravens gorge on the field of gore and the rains have washed them clean When the children of the Gods walk the Earth Amidst the Oak and Ash Beside the river of The Weaver’s dreams Yggdrasil stands forever green