| The Northern wind brings snow and ice
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| Humans starve and freeze
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| The Fimbul winter has arrived
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| And soon the world will cease to be
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| Brother will be brother’s bane
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| No one shall be spared
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| All will die. |
| None remain
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| That is mankind’s share
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| The southern sphere is set ablaze
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| Muspel’s fire is set free
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| The sun is on its final chase
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| And soon the world will cease to be
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| Across the western sky he runs
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| A wolf so grim and mean
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| Devours the eternal sun
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| And soon the world will cease to be
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| The North Star falls from the sky
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| Into the deep cold sea
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| The first of all to fall and die
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| And soon the world will cease to be
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| Muspel’s flames lick the sky
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| Hidhægg eats the dead
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| The Aesir meet in hall up high
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| And Oden 'quests Mimer’s head
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| Land is swallowed by the waves
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| Rocks and mountains break
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| Dead men on the path to Hell
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| And Yggdrasil quakes
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| From the East comes a ship
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| Loke holds the oar
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| A demon army with swords that rip
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| Will join the final war
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| The army of the dead arrives
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| Heimdal blows his horn
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| Calling Gods out to die
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| Before the world can be reborn |