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Hearing I ask from the holy races

From Heimdall′s sons, both high and low

Thou wilt, Allfather, that well I relate

Old tales I remember of men long ago

On a hill there sat, and smote on his harp

Eggther the joyous, the giants' warder

Above him the cock in the bird-wood crowed

Fair and red did Fjalar stand

Much do I know

And more I can see

Of the fate of the gods

The mighty in fight

Hearing I ask from the holy races

From Heimdall′s sons, both high and low

Thou wilt, Allfather, that well I relate

Old tales I remember of men long ago

Then to the gods crowed Gollinkambi

He wakes the heroes in Odin's hall

And beneath the earth does another crow

The rust-red bird at the bars of Hel

Much do I know

And more I can see

Of the fate of the gods

The mighty in fight

Fast move the sons

Of Mimir and fate

Is heard in the note

Of Gjallarhorn

Loud blows Heimdall

The Horn is aloft

In fear quake

All who on Hel roads are

How fare the gods?

How fare the elves?

All Jotunheim groans, the gods are at council

Loud roar the dwarves by the doors of stone

They Are the masters of the rocks!

Now Garm howls louder before Gnipahellir

The fetters will burst, and wolf will run free

Fast move the sons

Of Mimir and fate

Is heard in the note

Of Gjallarhorn

Loud blows Heimdall

The Horn is aloft

In fear quake

All who on Hel roads are

Now do I see the earth anew

Rise all green from the waves again

The rivers flows, and the eagle flies

And fish he catches

Beneath the cliffs

The gods in Ithavoll meet together

Of the terrible girdler of earth they talk

And the mighty past they call to mind

And the ancient runes of the Ruler of Gods