Fimbul Winter - Volker

The cold wind rattles the trees

The limbs shake free from the snow

The lakes and the rivers will freeze

Two ravens aloft in the sky start to crow

Lovers forsaken and brother betrayed

And the anchor of mischief lets loose from its chains

The wolf will chase down and devour the sun

The world tree will wither and all hopes undone

We fall, we’re torn

To the call, of the horn

We rise, we’ll fight

Beneath skies, eternal night

Last stand for the world of man on this day when the earth stopped turning

Three years in a winter cold but it melts as our souls and our world is burning

The wolf and the serpent arise

The queen of the dead will ascend

But here on the plains we will die

But not before they meet their end

The earth will be charred and the seas will run red

Where once grew the trees now a garden of dead

And the bridge of the heavens is forever gone

And never again will our world see a dawn

Our swords, our shields

Our blood on the field

Great pain, great death

We take our last breath