1. FALLING WORLDS

The chains break, starts the war
Chills the world straight to the core
A horde of fire and hate
Man stands alone to meet his fate
No matter what our fate is sealed

Long winter ends
Fall from from grace
As the gods go to meet their fate

Sky on fire
dread filled air
As the sons ride to their doom

The sky tears open and erupts in flame
fools of the Jotunn run in shame
Surtr rides at their head, sword brighter than the sun
For those who can stand there are none
They ride to Asgaard, cross the sky
The bridge crumbles, all shall die
In this battle our fate is bound
The sons of Surtr razed to the ground

Long winter ends
Dread fills the air
As the gods go to meet their fate