And down to Nastrond sinks th’ eternal foe.
Then vanishes like colours in the night
Heimdaller’s self: the dwarfs are heard to sigh
Deep in the rocks; they die of fright; yet shines
Awhile the golden car of Thor; but soon
It disappears: the two white goats expire.
But lately gleam’d a feeble light, but now
’Tis utterly extinguish’d: all creation
Sinks overwhelm’d in one vast shower of blood.
Alfader reigns once more sole lord of all.