Amon Amarth

The Northern wind brings snow and ice
Humans starve and freeze
The Fimbul winter has arrived
And soon the world will cease to be
Brother will be brother's bane
No one shall be spared
All will die. None remain
That is mankind's share
The southern sphere is set ablaze
Muspel's fire is set free
The sun is on its final chase
And soon the world will cease to be
Across the western sky he runs
A wolf so grim and mean
Devours the eternal sun
And soon the world will cease to be
The North Star falls from the sky
Into the deep cold sea
The first of all to fall and die