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.
Writer(s): Dp, Havard Sveas
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