Brothers will fight And become each other’s slayers; The sons of sisters will Break blood ties. It goes hard in the world, There is much whoredom, An age of axes, an age of swords; Shields are cleft; An age of winds, an age of wolves, Ere the world sinks; No man will spare Another man. The sons of Mimir are moving But the end draws near, By the sound of the ancient Gjallarhorn. Heimdall blows loud, The horn is aloft; Odin talks with The head of Mimir. Shakes the standing Ash Yggdrasil; The old tree groans, And the Jötun (Loki) breaks loose; All are terrified[56] In the roads of Hel Before the kinsman of Surt Swallows it. How is it with the Asar? How is it with the Alfar? All Jötunheim rumbles, The Asar are at the Thing; The Dvergar moan Before the stone doors, The wise ones of the rock wall[57] Know ye all up to this and onward? Now Garm barks loud Before Gnipa cave; The fetters will break, And the wolf will run. Hrym[58] drives from the east, Holds his shield before him. The Jörmungand[59] writhes In Jötun wrath; The serpent lashes the waves, And the eagle screams; The pale beak tears the corpses; Naglfar[60] is loosened. A keel (a ship) comes from the east, The men of Muspell Will come across the sea, But Loki is the steerer;[61] All the monsters Go with the wolf, The brother of Býleist (Loki) Is in the train. Surt comes from the south With the _switch-harm_ (fire); The sun of the gods Flashes from his sword; Rocks clash, The Jötun women stagger; Men walk the road of Hel; Heaven is rent asunder. Then comes the second[62] Sorrow of Hlin, When Odin goes To fight the wolf; And the bright slayer Of Beli[63] against Surt; There will fall The love of Frigg (Odin).