[Verse]
From Yggdrasil roots to the sky's grim thunder,
All the realms shake, as Bifrost cracks under.
Surtur with the blade, flames rising like a sermon,
World Tree burns, apocalypse determined.
[Verse 2]
Odin sees his end in the Norns’ blind stitch,
Wolf Fenrir snaps, jaws open in the pitch.
Thor swings Mjolnir, Jormungandr’s foe,
Sea spits venom, tides pull undertow.
[Chorus]
This the end of gods, no escape, no flight,
Stars fade black, even suns lose light.
Nine worlds' ashes in the cold wind bite,
Tell the story raw, no heroes in sight.
[Bridge]
Freyr stands weaponless, betrayed by his greed,
Swordless for his end as he plants his seed.
Loki breaks chains, smoke twists through the day,
Blood debts boil as he laughs in decay.
[Verse 3]
She-wolf skulks wide, moon devoured in stride,
Sköll and Hati, hunting skies nationwide.
Sif weeps for Thor, lightning fades from the sky,
As Midgard cracks open, mortals scream their goodbye.
[Outro]
And yet, the cycle never truly stay fractured,
Life fights to bloom in the peace manufactured.
New gods rise, from the char and despair,
Ragnarok reborn—creation’s snare.