Heimdal's Horn - Wulfgar

He left his eye in Miner’s well

Wherein all might & wisdom dwell

Through the eyes of blackened birds

He seeks throughout the many worlds

Searching for heroic men

To gather in the hall of slain

To the battlefield he’ll send

Valkyrians for brave new souls to gain

At the brink of Ragnarok we stand

Prepare to die with sword in hand

At the sound of Heimdall’s horn

Let the battle be reborn

Three cold winters will arrive

The stars will vanish from the sky

The earth will shudder, setting free

The monsters of the prophecy

As the mountains fall, sturred is his sleep

The serpent of Midgard will awake

As the rise from the grave of the ocean deep

The earth will shatter and shake

And from the east the Jotuns sail

The ship of Naglfar made of nails

And from the south the giants march

Dressed in flames and fire in heart

And all will die in the battle of Vigrid they’ll burn

When Heimdall’s horn is blown there is no return