One day the force of Fire will defeat
All good, sibyl told gods about it.
The horns of Enhenijars we'll hear
It means that final battle is coming near.
Our swords will not save us today,
The forces of jotuns we cannot stay.
And the hand, that him feeds
Fenris in rage and folly will eat.
The shines of fire dance in the sky,
Sons of Muspel will make us cry.
So many ages has lived our world -
Like phoenix from ashes it will be reborn
The Final Battle
© Copyright: Владлена Щабрина, 2009
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