Stranger hidden
Behind a web of gold and deceit,
You have brought all Midgard to its knees.
All nations now worship a God
They neither know nor see.

Essence of chaos -- in stealth
You wasted the inheritance
Of the noble Aesir.

Our fathers told of you when Loki served your cause
Of greed and treachery.
World Serpent, your clever coils
Now decree your own fate.

In the dark treacherous recesses
Of your soulless minds
You see the shadowy figures of the old Gods
Gathering now for Ragnarok's fury.

Did you know that we have counted
Every son and daughter of the Gods
Led by you to defile their heritage?
There are no secrets hidden from the Aesir.

Would you bribe the Gods?
We spit on your stolen treasure.
Dungeons and death are a badge of honor.
What power now
Have your weapons of gold, of guile and of an early grave?

For even now Woden's sons
Take census of your crimes against Nature and the Gods.
All is counted, all is weighed,
In blood and fire the debt shall be paid.

World Serpent reflect on your guilt,
For guilt is the father of fear.
Soon comes the final accounting: Ragnarok!
The Gods have returned: learn to fear!