Mightily mauls Mithgarth's warder-
shall all wights in the world wander from home-;
back falls nine steps Fjorgyn's offspring-
nor fears for her fame- from the frightful worm.
'Neath sea the land sinketh, the sun dimmeth,
from the heavens fall the fair bright stars;
gusheth forth steam and gutting fire,
to very heaven soar the hurtling flames.
Garm bays loudly before Gnipa cave,
breaks his fetters and freely runs.
The fates I fathom yet farther I see:
of the mighty gods the engulfing doom.
