Wide streaming through the air, to battle ride
The proud Valkyrior: the decrees of fate
The Nornor now no longer can conceal.
Then days of tempest, war, and pestilence
And foul revolt arise: his brother’s life
The brother spareth not: no mercy shows
Man, flush’d with battle, to his fellow man.
Shakes with affright Yggdrassil’s top, and straight
Becomes the prey of flames! the Asar tremble,
And terror reigns upon their brows divine.