Twilight is come

The Aesir

Take up their swords

And lift on high their golden shields

War rides ahead

The wind of doom

Blows strong and cold

Where fire and blood sweep through Vigrid

And now at last

The embers die

On battlefields

Grim and forlorn the sun will rise

The golden dawn

Will shine upon

The evergreen

Face of this beautiful new Earth

Vyšlo na albech