Poetic Edda - Voluspa (Prophecy of the Seeress)
On all sides saw I
Valkyries assemble, Ready to ride
to the ranks of the gods; Skuld bore the shield,
and Skogul rode next, Guth, Hild, Gondul,
and Geirskogul. Of Herjan's maidens
the list have ye heard, Valkyries ready
to ride o'er the earth.
I saw for Baldr,
the bleeding god, The son of Othin,
his destiny set: Famous and fair
in the lofty fields, Full grown in strength
the mistletoe stood.
A hall I saw,
far from the sun, On Nastrond it stands,
and the doors face north, Venom drops
through the smoke-vent down, For around the walls
do serpents wind.
I saw there wading
through rivers wild Treacherous men
and murderers too, And workers of ill
with the wives of men; There Nithhogg sucked
the blood of the slain, And the wolf tore men;
would you know yet more?
The giantess old
in Ironwood sat, In the east, and bore
the brood of Fenrir; Among these one
in monster's guise Was soon to steal
the sun from the sky.
There feeds he full
on the flesh of the dead, And the home of the gods
he reddens with gore; Dark grows the sun,
and in summer soon Come mighty storms:
would you know yet more?
Brothers shall fight
and fell each other, And sisters' sons
shall kinship stain; Hard is it on earth,
with mighty whoredom; Axe-time, sword-time,
shields are sundered, Wind-time, wolf-time,
ere the world falls; Nor ever shall men
each other spare.
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.
Now comes to Hlin
yet another hurt, When Othin fares
to fight with the wolf, And Beli's fair slayer
seeks out Surt, For there must fall
the joy of Frigg.
Hither there comes
the son of Hlothyn, The bright snake gapes
to heaven above; -lacuna- vith venom he fills both sea and air Against the serpent
goes Othin's son.
In anger smites
the warder of earth,-- Forth from their homes
must all men flee;- Nine paces fares
the son of Fjorgyn, And, slain by the serpent,
fearless he sinks.
The sun turns black,
earth sinks in the sea, The hot stars down
from heaven are whirled; Fierce grows the steam
and the life-feeding flame, Till fire leaps high
about heaven itself.
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.
More fair than the sun,
a hall I see, Roofed with gold,
on Gimle it stands; There shall the righteous
rulers dwell, And happiness ever
there shall they have.
From below the dragon
dark comes forth, Nithhogg flying
from Nithafjoll; The bodies of men on
his wings he bears, The serpent bright:
but now must I sink.