Final Chaos



In Worlds Nine, discord is great-
Joy is there, no longer-
Loki shall no longer wait-
For Chaos Reigns, much stronger.

The Norns are dead, the sisters three-
Who once spun world's courses-
Savage giants running free-
The Gods face mighty forces.

Loki is no longer bound-
Nor tied up to the Tree-
Screams and cries, the only sound-
Ragnarok flies free.

The Midgaard Snake devours Thor-
The first of Gods to bleed-
For Final Chaos fighting War-
The Call of Battle heed.

Fenris chases Freyja fast-
And kills the lady quick-
Fray falls dead, he follows fast-
Blood drunk men are sick.

Hel herself cannot cantroll-
The waves of undead soldiers-
Over run by every soul-
Her head torn from her shoulders.

An Elven Minstrel in her sleep-
Is killed when Giants roam-
Through many places, Death shall sweep-
Destroying every home.

Valkeries battle Dragons high-
But they are over come-
They one by one, fall from the sky-
Their end has finally come.

Odin slays another beast-
By now though, he is tired-
He shall not see another feast-
No glory is desired.

Yggdrasil burns, Nine Worlds destroyed-
Valhalla lays in ruins-
Countless bodies in the Void-
Draped in skins of bruins.

Everything now dies in Flames-
Blood rains down from the skies
No memories, nor tears, no names-
Existence finally dies.