Now do I see the earth anew
Rise all green from the waves again;
The cataracts fall, and the eagle flies,
And fish he catches beneath the cliffs.
The gods in Ithavoll meet together,
Of the terrible girdler of earth they talk,
And the mighty past they call to mind,
And the ancient runes of the Ruler of Gods.
In wondrous beauty once again
Shall the golden tables stand mid the grass,
Which the gods had owned, in days of old,
Then the feilds unsowed bear ripened fruit,
All ills grow better, and Baldr comes back;
Baldr and Hoth dwell in Hropts battle-hall,
And the mighty gods: would you know yet more?
Then Hönir wins the prophetic wand,
And the sons of the brothers of Tveggi abide
In Vindheim now: would you know yet more?
More fair than the sun, a hall I see,
Roofed with gold, on Gimle it stands;
There shall the righteous rules dwell,
And happiness ever there shall they have.
There comes on high, all power to hold,
A mighty lord, all lands he rules.
From below the dragon dark comes forth,
Nithhogg flying from Nithafjoll;
The bodies of men on his wings he bears,
The serpent bright: but now must I sink.
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