Stretching out a freezing hand I feel the sands of time are running Between stiffened fingertips Mockingly they disappear One can't defeat the slipping sand None is that sly, non is that cunning I saw, like Baldur's burning ship Fate consumed by embers of fear Darkness prays on light of life The gut of hate forever hungers For obedience and fear And spirits of the freeborn men Wolves are many, fools are rife Growing fatter, growing stronger Gathering and circling near From out of thе darkest of dens The darkеst of dens Ragnarök, Ragnarök See the stars are falling Ragnarök, Ragnarök Hear the darkness Hear the darkness calling Fear itself is a feared thing Unknown destiny is scary None knows how to tie the line To prepare for lurking storms When all comes to its ending With Baldur's death to keep us wary When my body stands next in line The muzzle flame shall keep me warm Keep me warm Ragnarök, Ragnarök See the stars are falling Ragnarök, Ragnarök Hear the darkness Hear the darkness calling Ragnarök, Ragnarök See the stars are falling Ragnarök, Ragnarök Hear the darkness Hear the darkness Ragnarök, Ragnarök See the stars are falling Ragnarök, Ragnarök Hear the darkness Hear the darkness calling