Thunder crack, in a cloak of black; no moon tonight
At an arc, the lightning stark; black and white
In a burst rain pricks like pins
Slashing through the bitter winds
Another flash; the sky is slashed; drops of blood
To portend, the fateful end; crimson mud
Scarlet signs you can't ignore
Omen for the final war
Winters thrice, the earth is shrouded in a shell of ice
Brothers fight, poison seas in the frozen night
Earth is torched, by the star-like fire of a blazing sword
After all, even the king of the storm shall fall
North Sea bore, our hero Thor, and his might
Thunder loud, he rode the cloud, at its height
He summons all the force within
Lashing at the driven winds
Crown of horn, in the storm, Thor is here
Anvil tops; the hammer drops; Mjölnir
Cumulonimbus incus clouds
Shower sparks to scorch the ground
In the ash, Ragnarök where the gods will clash
Odin's son: sometimes you lose even when you've won
Jörmungandr; thrice three strides and you are done
And at last even the king of the storm shall pass
In this life, there's one thing that you can't defy!
From the sky; even the king of the storm shall die!
Born to die, all must die
Even the king of the storm must die
Even the king of the storm must die