Heimdal will raise sword
And the hosts have been called
But as the heroes clash
The hosts will be forestalled

They battle and rage
and nether will bend
for both are ill fated
to a most bitter end

As each kills the other
And the life of gods wane
They will fall from great Bifrost
And be the others bane

Surt will storm Asgard
Destroyed is the Val Hall
Yggdrasil lies burned
And Midgard will fall

And when all is but done
And the sea takes the land
Life will find rest
All as Odin had planned

With the strength of the new gods
Yggdrasil survives
And from the garth of wise Helja
Comes forth with new lives

Balder the Bright, And Hod the Dark
Honier the Wise, Holda strikes the spark
The sons of Vili and Ve, Magni the strong,
The frithful Modi, Vidar sings songs.

And a new god comes forth
From the dark well of the wise
Carrying bright horn,
Who once wore disguise

Kanoth the torch barer
The just warder of the garth
With rune and seither
To be worshiped from the hearth

The twining of both halves
both etched and well wristed
His rede to the Gods
Now never be twisted

Be he warder to all
Let the new world gain fame
Let his songs be told
For from wisdom he came