Born of Fire and Ice
Between Muspell and Nifelheim
A marriage of the elements
Primordial acretations
From an ancient star-grave
Dark matter transposed
So began the astral cylcle
In the wake of a dying sun
Bleeding it's life into us
The circular form of space and time
Divine exsanguination
A gift to Baldr's kin
To the lands of Hyperborea
Beyond the North winds
Where the sun shines a different light
Vision of an ancient time
But death is certain for all life
And so shall Midgard fall
The fabric of demise woven by Norns
Degenerating, caste in decay
It is death from which all life thrives
The circular form of space and time
A star is extinguished, another begins to shine
Thus it is written in the book of nature
So began the astral cycle
In the wake of a dying sun
Comes the Fimbulwinter
The age of Kali Yuga
Time to learn the virtue of the sword
The Earth consumed in war and torment
A dying time
The Black Sun rise
When Zeus is slain
When Fenrir is unleashed
When hordes of Einherjer will march
With berserkers furor
Return to the stellar tom
Return to the Nebular wom
We embrace Ragnarok