Ragnarok Fire and Ice

this is the poem:
The Age of Fire and Ice

I sing of Odinn's fame,
and the wail of the Gjallar Horn,
for it's sounding is Midgard's bane,
on that day when twilight is born.

When the serpent rises from the deeps
to battle the Oddinnson,
when Fenris breaks his troll forged chains
know Ragnarok hath come.

When Skoll and Hati hunger
their wild hunt stalks the sky
Sun and Moon diminish
till all light wanes and dies

When a frozen summer lingers
And the Fimblewinter looms
the Gods will seek the Spae-Wives
for a portend of their doom

When the World Ash bends its branches
with its leaves, like flags unfurled
each plant and stone will feel it;
this is the weird of the world!

Now from the realm eternal,
'cross Bifrost's spectral span
march a host of mighty warriors
at their head one raises a hand.

And he swears an oath so mighty
that the very ground doth shake,
and the legs of Uthgar-Loki
are made to tremble and quake.

Odinn leads his army
with his first-born at his right.
None could hope for bravery
against their fabled might.

Now even to Valhalla
His mystic thoughts do ride
And the heros give him answer
As Éljúðnir's gates swing wide.

Now from those mighty portals
march all who fought and fell
To strengthen Odinn's army;
A weirgeld born of Hel!

All are arrayed for battle
the parlays now are done
each eye doth wait and watch
for word from the one-eyed one.

His brow is creased with wisdom
for as the legends tell
he traded an all-seeing eye
for a draught of Mimir's well.

Now from the back of Sleipner
he gives the final word:
"ASGARD" cries the father
rushing forth with his sword!

Horizon to horizon
charge the golden train
to stand before their foeman
across the Vigrid plain.

Thor doth swing Mijollnir
to smite a giant down
heads pile high about his feet
as blood flows o'er the ground

No more will Uthgar-Loki
walk the land of frost
for dead are all the giants,
Jutinheim forever lost.

Jormungandr lunges
as plumes of poison rain
Mijollnir crashes through his skull,
The worm and Thor lie slain

Hugin and Munin fly screaming
under a blood red sun
to watch and know and remember
Gotterdamnerung!

Fenris downs the Father
yet mortal was his spear
the Hel wolf's spirt passes
The weirgeld oh so dear

Now Yggdrasill falls burning
her boughs lie cleaved in twain
as ash and dust fall o'er the earth;
a last unholy rain.

All Gods and men lie dying
as the stones cry out in sorrow
no rune to tell, no Norn to know
what doom doth hold the morrow!
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