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After the blood has dried on Vigrid

and the hordes are laid to rest,

Sertr has flung the fire of Muspel

but its embers no longer glow.

Arise, Earth again, fair and green.

Modi and Magni, take up your fathers hammer,

meet me in Idavollr where it's always warm.

Come Baldr and Hodr, drink together as Lif

and Lifthrasir have emerged from the great ash tree.

Odin lives on in his wisdom and Thor in his strength,

we raise our horns to the slain.

Remember the Gods again!

Arise, Gods again, fair and true.

Turn your backs to the door that faces north,

meet me in Okolnir where its always warm.

Men will quarel, rivers will run,

flowers will bloom and Nidhogg

will feed on the blood of the dead.