Nine realms, stood still
Connected by the tree of life
Or as known to the mortals
By the name of Yggdrasil
In the kingdom of the thunderer
Deep beneath the shadows
Standing still at the heaven
Gazed by the half-brother
Shadow of turmoil looms over the worlds
From the zenith home of the wise eagle
To the nadir home of the dead
Winds of unrest blowing through worlds
In the apex home of the unnamed eagle
No eagle can be found no hawk be see
Only rivers of blood and flesh
Flowing endlessly down the tree
The well's of urd are dry
Dry as the realm of fire and heat
Bifrost been breached ,broken to pieces
Surtr leading through the plains of vigrid
The laughter of the half-brother
Weeping of the mortals from midgard
The flames of war in asgard
Those sound bellowing the nine worlds
The world serpent released it's tail
Flowing freely in the nine worlds
Through seas of blood to the world of gods
Feasting upon the flesh of the thunderer
Yggdrasil trembles unceasingly
Nine worlds shrouded in haze of chaos
The final battle already started
It's the coming of Ragnarok