| Heimdall gazes east
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| A sail has caught his eye
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| He lifts his hand and sounds the horn
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| The undead army has arrived
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| Here comes Nagelfar
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| With Laufey’s son on board
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| He brings chaos, hate and wrath
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| He brings the war to end all wars
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| Heimdall knows his fate
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| The end of all nine worlds
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| It’s what the Vala has foreseen
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| He knows that everything shall burn
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| Facing Lopt’s deceit
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| Now they finally meet
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| The champion and his enemy
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| On Vigrid’s plains they’ll find defeat
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| Their swords meet in a mighty clash
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| War cries sound, horns they blast
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| Their eager weapons whip and thrash
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| This day when all shall end
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| The lords of war are equal strong
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| This battle frantic and forlorn
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| The blades sing a macabre song
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| This day when all shall end
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| Heimdall’s blade bites burning sharp
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| As it cuts through flesh and bone
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| Blood comes gushing from the wound
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| As Loke’s head falls tumbling, rolling
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| To the burning ground |