In the grip of the everfrost alight Every lake and stream in sight Succumbs to the bitter, scathing cold As it falls Thick, ethereal snow, claims the sky Tonight Padded feet will pursue the sun and the moon The fen-dweller's spawn arise Behind this curtain of white down Obscuring the sun, the stars, and the moon Fenrir will taste the flesh of gods Once more The sun will meet its end In the jaws of a wolf named Sköll Brother Hati chaser of moons Destroyers of the night Thor grips his hammer tight A clap of thunder signs the death warrant Mjullnir, comes crashing down The wounded wolf falls into twilight The sun and moon return Light has been restored to this world Will this be the last that we see of Fenrir's bleak attempts? A hopeless landscape, devoid of light A close call for humanity All hail the Thunder God