Sun rises moon sets

Wolf hunts man frets

Sickle, circle, cycle, scythe

All living creatures writhe

Round and round, turns the sun

Wheeling in its ring it runs

Runs the elk from the wolf

Whose cursed name was once ulf  

Now is new, now is chang’d

Yet is the same, it is remain’d

Sun rises moon sets

Wolf hunts man frets

Sickle, circle, cycle, scythe

All living creatures writhe

Grows and grows does the wheat

Golden glows, tastes so sweet

Prays the priest to great God

He who is the holy rod

Prays for rain, prays for grace

Kneels beneath the sacred place

North and South, flies the bird

Harsh cold land they desert

Seeking warmth, seeking health

Man stays put hoarding wealth

Elk call out, stomp on ice

All are proud it is our vice

Sun rises moon sets

Wolf hunts man frets

Sickle, circle, cycle, scythe

All living creatures writhe

Whale in water, whale on land 

Never learning, drinking sand

Beach and breath, salty air

Forgetfulness, cold blank stare

How the mind rolls down hill

Tumbling faster ‘til is nil

Round and round the cycle spins

Beaten down to grow again

One to next as before

Men never keeping what they swore

Always war, always hate

Seems to be their dreadful fate

Rusts the steel, warp and bend

Hands of man, do they mend?

They strike they kill

They hit they steal

Smell the blood, and see the flame

Know the dead, and cast your blame!

Sun rises moon sets

Wolf hunts man frets

Sickle, circle, cycle, scythe

All living creatures writhe

Broke the cycle! ‘Tis the end!

Fate of gods, their death send!

What has caused this drastic tear?

Awful, vile Fimbulvetr!

Take up arms every nation

Fight the worlds’ culmination!

Broke the cycle! ‘Tis the end!

Fate of gods their death send!

Wolf devours sun and moon

Heimdall blows his lonely tune

Fenrir free! Hel’s boat sails

Made from many dead men’s nails.

Dead is Odin, dead is Thor

Gone all good, hope no more

Burning, churning, fighting, blood

Serpent loosed, all is gone!

Fighting’s over, no one's won

But there is Vidar, Odin’s son!   

There he stands so tall and pale

He’s split Fenrir head to tail!

Fresh new start, new world grows

Peaceful cycle boldly flows.