The fimbulvetr prays the blast of death from north

3 years of frost, 3 years of night

The final breath evaporates to the sky

To the stars up high



Skali and Hati chase the moon

Stars drop from the canopy

Fenris crashs his chains

Naglfar appears during night



The end of all no one to escape

Muspells sons are on their way

Odens son, Thor awaits them

To fight – to strike



Þá kemur inn ríki

að regindómi

öflugur ofan,

sá er öllu ræður



Þar kemur inn dimmi

dreki fljúgandi,

naður fránn, neðan

frá Niðafjöllum;

ber sér í fjöðrum,

flýgur völl yfir,

Niðhöggur nái.

Nú mun hún sökkvast