I ask all the holy races
greater and lesser sons of Heimdallr
Do you want me, Allfather! to tell well
ancient stories, those that are most remembered
The sun turns black, the earth sinks into the sea
disappear from the sky the bright stars
flames rise high, the heat plays against the sky itself
Brothers will fight and become each other's bane
sisters' sons will violate the bond of kinship
Yggdrasil trembles, the ancient tree stands
Ymir's old tree, and the giant is set free
Now Garmr howls loud before Gnipahellir
the fetter will break and the wolf will run
waterfalls fall, an eagle flies over
he who on the mountain catches fish
She sees a hall standing brighter than the sun
covered in gold in Gimlé
there loyal people shall dwell
and enjoy happiness for all eternity