Everlasting sorrow will rage in us
Until three years have become the past
And all the lands only waste of god and man

Now the Fimbul Winter begins with wind
A year of frost and unending cold
Will mark the end of day and the world will be dark

In wind there is pain of greed
And visions of the raging frost
Chilling us to the bone
Relentless will be the air we breath

When the winds give way to the sword of man
A brother fights with his closest kin
To curse the famine and damn it all to hell

Those who died in battles will raise up high
Although there is not much to hope for now
As all the heavens will soon be left for dust

With this winter
Our days will become numbered
Swords clash
As the fight freely in our hands

Strength in all or one will fade

Now the Fimbul Winter will begin
Transparent is the end
It's the ending of the world
That we have known for all our lives
I see right through this life
There's only nothing there
But I will fight

In the skyclad hall above
Odin waits patiently for the brave

The death to all believers
Will be the treason of the Fimbul Winter

How I see a beast I can never tell
But now this tale will surely impress
A wolf devours the bodies of all fallen ones

Growing larger and hungrier for god
The beast will open its jaws up wide
And cast a wave of blood to the gods in the sky

With end of the wolf
There comes only more despair

I'll let my song take wing now
Ragnarok is coming soon
This night I feel the fires above
Signs of the end take grace in my sight
As an unnatural cold breaks the ice
Ragnarok is coming soon

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