Shards of shattered twilight slice  through glacial palaces of ice.  The goddess gets her planet prize:  A wolf with wild fire in his eyes.  Yggdrasil's roots are shaken.  The fire-juggling giants arrive.  Like hornets swarming from a hive  all demon spirits come alive.  The gods they are forsaken.  Ragna Rok ... the Skalds of old all warn  Ragna Rok ... a new world shall be born  shall be born.  The blood-red sun has ceased to beat  it's left for starving wolves to eat,  they tear it like a hunk of meat  they swallow up its light and heat  like a pack of hungry jackals.  Clouds of angry blackness rise  and fissures of a mighty size  appear in both the earth and skies  as Fenrir breaks his shackles  Ragna Rok ... the Skalds of old all warn  Ragna Rok ... a new world shall be born  shall be born.  The Midgard serpent rears its head  it rises from the ocean's bed  invades the land. The living-dead  have launched their ship, they must be fed  the flood tides they are rising.  The lakes and rivers overflow  and soon the world has sunk below  an endless sea, which isn't so  very much surprising.  Ragna Rok ... the Skalds of old all warn  Ragna Rok ... a new world shall be born  shall be born.