I find no comfort in the shade under the branch of the great ash. I remember the mist of our ancient past. As I speak to you in the present, my ancient eyes see the terrible future. Do you not see what i see? Do you not hear what i hear, death approaching? The mournful cry of the Giallr-hom shall shatter the peace and shake the foundation of heaven. Rise up our banner and gather our company from your great hall, Father of the slain, for you shall go to your destiny. No knowledge can save you and no magic will save you. For you will end up in Fenrirs belly, while heaven and earth will burn in Surt's unholy fire.
(taken from the Book of Heroes)
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