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and this... taken from the poetic Edda, with some edits by myself (and cuts).

Hard is it on earth, with mighty whoredom; Axe-time, sword-time, shields are sundered, Wind-time, wolf-time, ere the world falls; Nor ever shall men each other spare. Fenris wold advances, burning mouth, fiery eyes, the lower jaw on Earth, the upper in the skies. And Fenrir's brood in monster's guise was soon to steal the sun from the skies. Besides the wolf, with venomous breath, the Midgard-Serpent is set free defiling air and sea. The sun turns black, earth sinks into the sea, hot stars down from heaven whirled Fierce grows the steam and life-feeding flame, til fire leaps high about heaven itself. Fenrir had his fill, the Earth goes cold, the sky stays dark for years untold. Now do I see the Earth anew, rise all green from the waves. The cararacts fall, the eagle flies, and catches fish as he dives. The gods in Ithavoll meet together, of the terrible girdler of Earth they talk. Their mighty past they call to mind, and the ancient runes of their kind. In wondrous beauty to behold, golden tables stand mid grass, just like in the days of old. -Ragnarök