The world serpent

Cast to the sea by gods in fear Raised where the storms draw ever near Born in the dark where tempests rise Carved by the cold of northern skies Coiling around the mortal lands Crushing the earth with titan hands Mountains tremble when he moves slow Midgard quakes from the depth below World-Serpent, circle of might Holding the world in endless night When your ancient coils unfold All of creation breaks and folds Thunder shatters when he awakes Even the courage of Asgard breaks Prophets whisper the fate they read — When he uncoils, the end will bleed Thor confronts him in roaring seas Lightning sings through the churning breeze Both stand firm as the heavens tear Destiny waiting to drag them there Deep he sinks till the runes decree Holding fate in his coils we see When he rises to break the chain Blood will fall like a burning rain World-Serpent, circle of might When you awaken, no dawn brings light Ragnarök calls through the swelling tide When Thor and the Serpent forever collide