Heimdel

Now Heimdel blows his golden horn,
Trumpeting that the end has come,
There will be another dawn,
Time has brought round the hour of doom.

The dead souls shakes along hell’s road
And to the sky the waters climb,
Yggdrasil bends beneath that load,
Doom has brought round the end …
The end of of time. The end of of time
The end of of time. The end of of time

With happiness the ravens sing,
The wolf is feasting in the hall,
Woden drank wisdom from the spring
But he too must descend to hell.

Hrym from the east rides, shield upraised,
The world serpent writhes and thrashes,
Men fall whose deeds will not be praised,
To the dark earth the bright sky crashes. Ahh – ah- ah –ah
The bright sky crashes. Ahh – ah- ah –ah
The bright sky crashes. Ahh – ah- ah –ah
The bright sky crashes. Ahh – ah- ah -ah