Listen while you read! The fimbulvetr prays the blast of death from north 3 years of frost, 3 years of night The final breath evaporates to the sky To the stars up high
Skali and Hati chase the moon Stars drop from the canopy Fenris crashs his chains Naglfar appears during night
The end of all no one to escape Muspells sons are on their way Odens son, Thor awaits them To fight – to strike
Þá kemur inn ríki að regindómi öflugur ofan, sá er öllu ræður
Þar kemur inn dimmi dreki fljúgandi, naður fránn, neðan frá Niðafjöllum; ber sér í fjöðrum, flýgur völl yfir, Niðhöggur nái. Nú mun hún sökkvast