On The Longest day of the year.
Ever spurring the firy eye
Sol flees Skoll
And thus the judgement day.
To Ragnorok
The wyrd-winds blow.
Nott holds no sway.
Thunor makes his hammer sing.
Striking jotuns, his ancient foe.
Forging from the ever-ring
Mid-gards gardens,
Ash-kins brutal home.
Hear now!
The battle maidens ride tonight.
Odin-rage dripping from there blades.
The Valkyrie on fearful steads stride.
The spear-brides bearing the warriors prize.
A place at the end-all fight.
Stout be your hearts!
Axes ring sharp.
The grim howl of the Val-hal harp.
Calls the hero home tonight
Only to dine with ol Fenris-feast bright.
And wait for the Gjalarhorns-plight.
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