Corvus Corax Follow

Brœðr munu berjask ok at bönum verðask
Munu systrungar sifjum spilla
Hart er i heimi, hórdómr mikill
Skeggjöld, skálmöld, skildir ru klofnir
Vindöld, vargöld, að veröld steypisk
Man engi maðr öðrum þyrma

Leika Míms synir, en mjötuðr kyndisk
At inu gamka Gjallarhorni
Hátt blæss Heimdallr, horn er á lopti
Mælir Oðinn við Mims höfuð

Sal sér hon standa sólu fegra
Gulli þakðan á Gimlé
Þar skulu dyggvar dróttir byggja
Ok um aldrdaga ynðis njóta

English:

Brothers may fight and fell each other,
May sisters' sons kinship stain;
hard is in the home, whoredom severe;
axe-age, sword-age, shields cloven,
wind-age, wolf-age, ere the world falls;
no men will each other spare.

Plays Mims sons, but fate awakes
from the aged Gjallarhorni;
load blows Heimdallr, the horn is raised;
grind then Ódinn with Míms head.

She a hall see standing brighter than sun,
with gold bedecked, in Gimlé;
there shall good people household build,
and in long time happiness enjoy.