text: Hátt blæss Heimdallr horn er á lopti.
  Mælir Óðinn við Míms hofuð.
  Skelfr Yggdrasils askr standardi, ymr it aldna tré en jotunn losnar.
  Hwat er með Ásum?
  Hvat er með álfum?
  Ymr allr Jotunheimr.
  Æsir ró á þingi.
  Sty nja dvergar fyrir steindurum, veggbergs vísir.
  Vituð ér enn eða hvat?
  Hrymr erk austan hefisk lind fyrir.
  Snýsk jormungandr í jotunmóði.
  Ormr knýr unnir orm mun hlakka, slítr nái niðfolr, Naglfar losnar.
  Surtr ferr sunnan með sviga lævi.
  Skínn af sverði sól valtíva.
  Grjótbjord ghanat en gíft rata, troða halir Helveg en himinn knofnar.
  Kjóll ferr austan, koma munu Muspells of log lýðir, en Lori stýrir.
  Þar ró fífmegir með freka allir.
  Þeim er bróðir Býleists í for.
  Þáa kømr Hlínar harmr annarr fram er Óðinn ferr við úlf vega,
  en bani Belja bjart at Surti: þar mun Friggjar falla angan.
  Genngr Óðins son við úlf vega, Viðarr of veg at vakdyri.
  Lætr hann megi Hveðrungs mund of standa hjor til hjarta.
  Þáa er helnt foður.
  Genge inn mæri morg Hloðynjar nepr at naðri níðs ókvíðnum.
  Munu halir allir heimstoð ryðja er af móði drepr Miðgarðs véorr.
  Sól mun sortma, Søkkr fold í mar.
  Hverfa af himni heiðar stjornur.
  Geisar eimi ok aldrnari, leikr hár hiti við himin sjálfan.
  Thus it is related in Voluspaoud blows Heimdall, his horn aloft. Odin speaks with Mims head. The ash Yggdrasil shakes as it stands, the ancient tree groansnd the giant gets free. What is it with the Aesir? What is it with the Elves? All giantland resounds. The Aesir are in council Dwarves groan before rock doorways Frequenters of rock - walls. Know you yet of what? Hyrm drives from the east Holding his shield before him, Iormungand writhes in giant rage. The serpent churns the waves. The eagles screech with joy. Darkly pale, it tears corpses. Naglfar is loose bark sails from the east. Across the sea will comeuspells troops with Loki at helm. All that monstrous brood. Are there with the wolf. In company with them is Byleists brother. Surt travels from the south. With the stick destroyer . Shines from his sword the sun. Of the gods of the slainock cliffs crash. And troll-wives are abroad. Heroes tread the road of Hel. And heaven splitshen Hlins second sorrow. Comes to pass. As Odin goes to fight the wolf. And Belis bright slayer against Surt. There shall fall Friggs delightdins son goes to fight the wolf. Vidar on his way. Against the slaughterous beast. With his hand he lets his blade pierce. The son of Hverdungs heart. So his father is avengedoes the great son of Hlodyn. Dying to the serpent who shrinks from no shame. And all the heroes shall then leave the world. When Midgards protector strikes his wrath! The sun will go dark. Earth sink in the sea. From heavenanish bright stars Steam surges. And lifes fires flame. Flickers against the very sky.