Mímisbrunnr

Far away, at the edge of the world

There lies a well of stars that swirls

Guarded by he who sees the fate

of the ones who the sons of Muspel hate

Odin pledged his eye to the well

so the fight for all he wished to quell

Then he fled, no time to talk

Into the battle of Ragnarok

Fly away, into the sky

Now they must fight and soon they'll die

The fate of the world rests in their hands

They'll save our home, for all of man

He rode away on eight legged steed

To face his death, a noble deed

Blazing fire fell from the sky

And every being on earth now dies

But still there was hope left for him

Even through darkened skies so dim

Into the battle, fierce and grim

And for the gods, we sing our hymns