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Valkyries assemble!

Gullinkambi is singing to the Aesir, Fjalar is crowing in the Gallows-Wood, and the rust-red cock of Hel screeches into the gloaming. Ragnarok is upon us.

Now Garm howls loud before Gnipahellir,
The fetters will burst, and the wolf run free
Much do I know, and more can see
Of the fate of the gods, the mighty in fight.

From the east comes Hrym with shield held high;
In giant-wrath does the serpent writhe;
O’er the waves he twists, and the tawny eagle
Gnaws corpses screaming; Naglfar is loose.

O’er the sea from the north there sails a ship
With the people of Hel, at the helm stands Loki;
After the wolf do wild men follow,
And with them the brother of Byleist goes.

Surt fares from the south with the scourge of branches,
The sun of the battle-gods shone from his sword;
The crags are sundered, the giant-women sink,
The dead throng Hel-way, and heaven is cloven.

From below the dragon the dark comes forth; it is the end of all things, and the promise of resurrection.

– skeggǫld, skálmǫld
– skildir ro klofnir –
vindǫld, vargǫld –
áðr verǫld steypiz.
Mun engi maðr
ǫðrom þyrma.

We present the Twilight of the Gods, as told by Padraic Colum. May the frenzy of Odin guide your axe.

We’ll see you in Valhalla.

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