The lands are [bad word] with sorrow
An overwhelming fear
The prophecy of an ending
The last day is near
The ones chosen to battle
great quest they bear
The warriors are gathered
The wisdom of the prophet, hear!

Soldiers, brothers and allies
Hear my words
On you I [bad word] the burden
To defend our world

Lightning strikes
The sun is blackened
The whole world shakes
And burning fragments rain

The thousands of warriors
Chosen to fight
In grief they are marching
Through the night
The ancient terror will rise
As foretold by the wise:

"Tämä ikuisesti pelätty loppu meitä lähestyy.
Taivaalta sataa verta ja susi meidän jumalamme syö.
Ei kukaan säästy kuolemalta. Ikuisen kaaoksen valta.
Tämä on viimeinen yö"

Serpent! From the endless depths, rise!
Into oblivion this world will demise
Forgotten terror unleashing its wrath
The seven seas into chaos lash
Not only by sea does evil descend
Every corner of this world fire giants will rend
Every man and god will fall

Ragnarök will [bad word] you all!

Brandishing a sword of revenge
Surtr brings death to all manner of things
Fumes will reek and flames will burst
But the giant king destroys himself

Yggdrassil will shake from root to summit
Earth, heaven and [bad word] will quiver
Nothing is left after [bad word] s work
Behold the power of mighty Ragnarök!