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From the depths of Muspelheim

Comes a being born of flame

With eyes that burn like embers

And a heart that burns

and knows no shame

but we all know him

by his name

Surt, destroyer of worlds

Bearer of the flaming sword

Bringer of Ragnarok

The end of all that we adore

He comes with fiery vengeance

A certain death sentence

To cleanse the world of sin

With a roar that shakes the mountains

And a will that cannot bend

Surt, destroyer of worlds

Bearer of the flaming sword

Bringer of Ragnarok

The end of all that

we adore

The gods do quake before him

Their power fading fast

For even they cannot withstand

The fire of his wrath

Surt, destroyer of worlds

Bearer of the flaming sword

Bringer of Ragnarok

The end of all that we adore

While the globe ignites in resplendent conflagration

Walking around

looking down

looking at the puny humans

incinerating

fulminating

scorching footprints he leaves behind