There will come a day, a dooming day,
By the name of Ragnarok.
Three years prior the summer late,
When the fires of Muspellheim run amok.
The chains of Fenris Wolf will snap,
The oceans will boil and rise.
The Ship of Nails, Naglfar will sail,
There will be nowhere to hide.
Ragnarok is coming,
When the Sun and Moon will be swallowed.
Loki the Liar sails the ship,
Leaving Asgard hollow.
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