An axe age, a sword age
A wind age, a wolf age
Shields are sundered
The earth trembles, storms thunder
Black become the rays of sun
Unbound the Wolf does run
Blood snow falls from stars above
Amongst kinsmen there is no love
The Serpent’s gnawing comes to end
From bowels of Tree fury sends
From the east the jotnar stride
To drown the world in slaughter’s tide
From the south fire spews
Death does walk, death long due
The shadowed dead march in force
Death to all, black ships sail forth
A single horn wails in might
The gods stride forth, the final fight
Last stand of fated path
Stand tall, no more to ask
Warriors Lone bound shield to shield
The final oath, to never yield
