Voluspa::Part VIII Ragnarok, Judgement Day

42.
On a hill there sat, and smote on his harp,
Eggther the joyous, the giant's warder;
Above him the cock in the bird-wood crowed,
Fair and red did Fjalar stand.

43.
Then to the gods crowed Gollinkambi,
He wakes the heroes in Othin’s hall;
And beneath the earth does another crow,
The rust-red bird at the bars of Hel.

44.
Now Garm howls loud before Gnipahellir,
The fetters will burst, and the wolf run free;
Much do I know, and more can see
Of the fate of the gods, the mighty in fight.

45.
Brothers shall fight and fell each other,
And sister’s sons shall kinship stain;
Hard it is on earth, with mighty whoredom;
Axe-time, sword-time, shields are sundered,
Wind-time, wolf-time, ere the world falls;
Nor ever shall men each other spare.

46.
Fast moves the sons of Mim, and fate
Is heard in the note of the Gjallarhorn;
Loud blows Heimdall, the horn is aloft,
In fear quake all who on Hel-roads are.

47.
Yggdrasil shakes, and shiver on high
The ancient limbs, and the giant is loose;
To the head of Mim does Othin give heed,
But the kinsman of Surt shall slay him soon.
How fare the gods? how fare the elves?
All Jotunheim groans, the gods are at council;
Loud roar the dwarfs by the doors of stone,
The masters of the rocks; would you know yet more?

48.
Now Garm howls loud before Gnipahellir,
The fetters will burst, and the wolf run free;
Much do I know, and more can see
Of the fate of the gods, the mighty in fight.

49.
From the east comes Hrym with shield held high;
In giant-wrath does the serpent writhe;
O’er the waves he twists, and the tawny eagle
Gnaws corpses screaming; Naglfar is loose.

50.
O'er the sea from the north there sails a ship
With the people of Hel, at the helm stands Loki;
After the wolf do wild men follow,
And with them the brother of Byleist goes.

51.
Surt fares from the south with the scourge of branches,
The sun of the battle-gods shone from his sword;
The crags are sundered, the giant-women sink,
The dead throng Hel-way, and heaven is cloven.

52.
Now comes Hlin yet another hurt,
When Othin fares to fight with the wolf,
And Beli’s slayer seeks out Surt,
For there must fall the joy of Frigg.

53.
Then comes Sigfather's mighty son,
Vithar, to fight with the foaming wolf;
In the giant's son does he thrust his sword
Full to the heart: his father is avenged.

54.
Hither there comes the son of Hlothyn,
The bright snake gapes to heaven above;

55.
Against the serpent goes Othin’s son.

56.
In anger smites the warder of earth,-
Forth from their homes must all men flee,-
Nine paces fares the son of Fjorgyn,
And, slain by the serpent, fearless he sinks.

57.
The sun turns black, earth sinks in the sea,
The hot stars down from heaven are whirled;
Fierce grows the steam and the life-feeding flame,
Till fire leaps high about heaven itself.

58.
Now Garm howls loud before Gnipahellir,
The fetters will burst, and the wolf run free;
Much do I know, and more can see
Of the fate of the gods, the mighty in fight.

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