Fimbulwinter yet to come A dark age has just begun Northern winds starting to blow There's no chance to avoid the cold Pine trees bend as golden straw Mountains freeze with falling snow Hail and ice will follow soon Dictated march by pale blue moon You feel your heart becoming older Look outside, it's getting colder Stay at home just by your fire Trying to impede the gods' desire But there's no escape, no looking back When Loki's son growls in the dark Mighty winter has arrived Northern winds of darkened, freezing hands... Our land is scorched by the impressive cold Rotting carcass of the dreams we once rode Remains we left from defeated foes Are now the future of our condemned souls An age of axes, an age of swords Of shields destroyed and fratricidal wars An era of winds, an era of wolves It's the prelude for the Ragnarök