Nidhögg

In the deep

waiting

gnawing at the very roots of life

Biting, scratching, ripping

Aeons of acosmic strife

In the depths

lurking

of Hvergelmir's venom filled

in the icy streams of Hraunn

waiting for the blood

of the nine worlds to be spilled

By the beckoning

of poisonous waters

on the vast shores of Nas

Eater of the dead

Lord of the underworld

Primordial hunger of wrathful jaws

Father of snakes

King of serpents

who brings woe and despair in the ending of all

Spread thy black wings of chaos

bring the cursed word

that all now shall fall

By countless serpents crowned as king

Only rays of the black sun shine through

No other light will penetrate thy blackened wing

Blaze upon the path, for us, thy chosen few

O bringer of eternal dark

With glowing fiery eyes

With gaze fixed on the distant horizon

Behold the serpent king of death arise