There comes Fenris' twin. His jaws are open wide. The serpent rises from the waves. . Jormundgandr twists and turns. Mighty in his wrath. The eyes are full of primal hate.
See him rise, from land of flames. Our destruction is at hand.. It is time to make stand. Now I face, and awesome foe. I will always stand my ground. To this end my fate is bound.
There comes Lopt, the treacherous. Lusting for revenge. He leads the legions of the dead. Towards the Aesir's realm. . They march in full battle dress.