In the dark it flies Under the pitch black skies The norns have sown His throne made up of bones The sky will start growling Midgard will submerge in fear Nothing can save them Not giants or even the gods From the roots of the world tree The serpent will be free And take us toward the end of our time It resides in nifelheim The seer's have seen That from out of the ashes There will be a new dawn From the roots of the world tree The serpent will be free And take us toward the end of our time It will fly high in the sky The eagle shall die And Surtur will rise "Underifrån mörkret kommer draken fram Nidhögg flyger från Nidafjäll Och på sina vingar bär han människors kroppar" From the roots of the world tree The serpent will be free And take us toward the end of our time It will fly high in the skies The eagle shall die And Surtur will rise