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