Naglfar

Skin, torn from the flesh of the petrified
Drenched by death and absorbed by its coagulating wood
When the final nails falls into its place and the devil stands by the helm
Then, the howling winds of damnation shall whine...
Everywhere sounds the moanings from countless burning souls
Screaming in hate and pain, prepared to row into the final flames
As if shredding the sky, the mast reaches high...impaling the clouds
Raised is the flag of war, onwards to hel
Onwards to hel!
The world implodes in a sphere of chaos
As naglfar devours us all, we're facing the eye of ragnarok