My brothers elves can feel the mood Of the sky in Miðgarð's core The fear of ancient gods Rises from the Jötunheimr The storm we always feared By now is due to arrive And the Sun is rising in dark Svartálfaheimr Oh furthest stars, with your ancient pride Why are you fading away now? Oh evergreen woods of Álfheimr Why are you withering? Oh brightest skies of Ásgarðr Why have you become so dark? Because tonight Sun is rising in Svartálfaheimr Then we saw a god, an hammer held high Fearing no death the Múspell hard fight The poisonous snake named Miðgarðsormr He fought at the sound of the Gjallarhorn A giant as well, from the far flaming world Yggdrasil's leaves burning under his sword The Aesir of Ásgarðr will fear no storm Einherjar arise and fall with our Gods