The Cruel Fate is imminence of the disaster The Grave is full of curling worms Flying over the sea and cutting the Waves The Ship of dead which is made of human nails
In the depth of gray fear At the bottom is insane and pain Nidhegg has coiled And poisons our souls by venom
The stars had faded In the cold thick darkness There was the hope inearthed
And there is only imminence The roots have dried and fruit have rotten
All will turn into ashes and return into void
So lie Which bears blossom will wither Will burn and will return into ashes
Will fall Colossus with legs of clay Which is broken by the stone of truth
All will turn into ashes and return into void
Smoking torch of vain hopes then fades, then burn It unsights, it besots It lures into the abyss
Light of illusions will fade in the darkness Be-all will turn into the nightmare Where instead of Asgard's shining Will be the dead's ship - Naglfar....