Stretching out a freezing hand
I feel the sands of time are running
Between stiffened fingertips
Mockingly they disappear

One can't defeat the slipping sand
None is that sly, non is that cunning
I saw, like Baldur's burning ship
Fate consumed by embers of fear

Darkness prays on light of life
The gut of hate forever hungers
For obedience and fear
And spirits of the freeborn men

Wolves are many, fools are rife
Growing fatter, growing stronger
Gathering and circling near
From out of thе darkest of dens
The darkеst of dens

Ragnarök, Ragnarök
See the stars are falling
Ragnarök, Ragnarök
Hear the darkness
Hear the darkness calling
Fear itself is a feared thing
Unknown destiny is scary
None knows how to tie the line
To prepare for lurking storms

When all comes to its ending
With Baldur's death to keep us wary
When my body stands next in line
The muzzle flame shall keep me warm
Keep me warm

Ragnarök, Ragnarök
See the stars are falling
Ragnarök, Ragnarök
Hear the darkness
Hear the darkness calling

Ragnarök, Ragnarök
See the stars are falling
Ragnarök, Ragnarök
Hear the darkness
Hear the darkness

Ragnarök, Ragnarök
See the stars are falling
Ragnarök, Ragnarök
Hear the darkness
Hear the darkness calling