In the fog of ancient times, fate was invoked,
A whisper in the night, the gods have been chosen.
The horn of Heimdall sounds, piercing the quiet vastness,
It calls the old power, now ready for war.
Fire in the sky, the earth it quakes,
Ragnarök awakens, where the old perishes.
Warriors in the storm, the final battle begins,
The end is near, yet a new day starts.
The wolves chase the sun and moon, the sky is aflame,
The Midgard serpent rises wild, to encircle the seas.
Thor swings Mjölnir, powerful, heavy, with thunder and lightning,
Against Jörmungandr, in the final duel, until fate is sealed.
Fire in the sky, the earth it quakes,
Ragnarök awakens, where the old perishes.
Warriors in the storm, the final battle begins,
The end is near, yet a new day wins.
And in ashes, the world sinks, but a new beginning arises,
From the ruins of ancient times, a new morning blows.
The earth greens, the skies clear, life reawakens,
Ragnarök brings an end, yet also a new power, power, power.
As the cycle of destruction and rebirth continues unabated.