Ragnarok

When the stars cease to turn,
And the roiling seas begin to burn;

When a stricken god bleeds,
And the world fills with evil deeds;

When the days turn red,
And the sick are left to die in bed;

When the nights freeze through,
And reluctant swords march forth to hew:

Beware the many, trust but a few,
Guard well the treasure I gave to you.

When the frightened souls raise an angry cry,
And charge ever forward in their need to die;

When the storm-clouds darkest begin to brew,
And the craven's falsest words ring true;

When the wise are led,
And the faintest glimpse of hope is dead:

Remember me. Remember you.
Remember what you swore you'd do.