Grátr [English translation]

The winter of the souls is our bad luck

because brothers will fight and slay each other

kinsfolk shall break the bonds of kindred

It shall go hard with the world

much of whoredom

wind-age, wolf-age

ere the world falls in ruin

"wind-age, wolf-age

ere the world falls in ruin"

Yggdrasil, the towering ash, quivers

the aged tree groans, as Fenriz breaks loose

That is our bad luck

This is our lamentation

There shall wade through heavy streams

perjurers and murderers

Niðhöggr is sucking the corpses of the dead

I see far into the future

The sun turns to darkness, the earth sinks into the deep

the bright stars vanish from the heavens

fume and flame rage together

the lofty blaze plays against the very heavens

• Artist:Helrunar
• Album:Grátr