Much do I know, | and more can see
Of the fate of the gods, | the mighty in fight.
[45]. Brothers shall fight | and fell each other,
And sisters’ sons | shall kinship stain; [[20]]
Hard is it on earth, | with mighty whoredom;
Axe-time, sword-time, | shields are sundered,
Wind-time, wolf-time, | ere the world falls;
Nor ever shall men | each other spare.
[46]. Fast move the sons | of Mim, and fate
Is heard in the note | of the Gjallarhorn;