The Fall of Yggdrasill

The Fall of the almighty tree

The roots tied to all our dreams

Burned to the ground

Turned to incandecent ashes

All nine realms are doomed to eternal damnation

Darkness and death for all moon's crecents

No more life to celebrate

And no more death to mourn

Yggdrasill's fall made the gods useless

Light stopped shining

And shadows stopped grinning

All kind of noises are gone

Just a loud silence can run

The Ragnarok is coming