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