Múspell

Sons of Muspell

Múspell


From the south, Surtur comes 
With fires burning, 
that shine from the sword 
of the gods. 
Mountains crumble 
Men are dying 
and sky splits 

The sun goes black 
Earth sinks into the sea 
From the sky 
all stars have gone 
Fire burns in Yggdrasil 
Fire touches the sky 

Brothers will fight 
and take each others life's 
Friends will rage wars 
Wartime, swordtime, Shields are split 
Windtime, wolftime 
Before the world falls 
no man will spare others life 

When we ride at the fall of time 
When we ride through the gates 
When we ride and make them blind 
When we ride through their halls of fame 

With one single deadly stroke 
All life is turned into smoke 
Fire engulfs it all 
Time has reached it's fall