As Gjallar Calls For Ragnarøk

When blackness closes upon the plains of Midgard
And aeons suffocate under the mists of chill
The unleashed wrath of Surtur turns against Asgard
And the disciples of Wotan are longing to kill

When the cold, eternal night devours the sun
When Yggdrasil will die under a bloodred moon
The amalgamation of the skies has begun
And the awaited Twilight Of Gods will come soon

... As Gjallar calls for Ragnarøk
... As Gjallar calls for Ragnarøk

From the deepest woods crawl howling hordes of black hell-brood
Under the leading power of their dark master:
Surtur and Fenriz, creature of Loke's own blood
With slavering flews to the final disaster

... As Gjallar calls for Ragnarøk
... As Gjallar calls for Ragnarøk

Garm breaks his chains and arises from his kingdom
The underworld is free to head for the battle
As forces of darkness make vanish all freedom
While souls of damnation are led like cattle

... As Gjallar calls for Ragnarøk
... As Gjallar calls for Ragnarøk

Vigrid, oh mighty Vigrid, sacred fighting ground
By thy blood-drenched soil, Evil shall be crowned

Vigrid, my mighty Vigrid, sacred fighting ground
By thy blood-drenched soil, Evil will be crowned