Robert Calvert Ragna Rock
Shards of shattered twilight slice through glacial palaces of ice. The goddess gets her planet prize: A wolf with wild fire in his eyes. Yggdrasil's roots are shaken. The fire-juggling giants arrive. Like hornets swarming from a hive all demon spirits come alive. The gods they are forsaken. Ragna Rok ... the Skalds of old all warn Ragna Rok ... a new world shall be born shall be born. The blood-red sun has ceased to beat it's left for starving wolves to eat, they tear it like a hunk of meat they swallow up its light and heat like a pack of hungry jackals. Clouds of angry blackness rise and fissures of a mighty size appear in both the earth and skies as Fenrir breaks his shackles Ragna Rok ... the Skalds of old all warn Ragna Rok ... a new world shall be born shall be born. The Midgard serpent rears its head it rises from the ocean's bed invades the land. The living-dead have launched their ship, they must be fed the flood tides they are rising. The lakes and rivers overflow and soon the world has sunk below an endless sea, which isn't so very much surprising. Ragna Rok ... the Skalds of old all warn Ragna Rok ... a new world shall be born shall be born.
