Ragnarok: Doom and Hymns

In Valhalla's hall, they drank and sang, with clash of cups and shield

wall clang. Mead was sweet and hearts were bold. Stories of the

brave retold. Then silence fell, the skies grew pale. A distant horn,

a ghostly wail. Heimdall blew, the feasting ceased. The end had come,

the storm unleashed. Ragnarok, the fire is falling. Ragnarok,

the gods are calling. Raise your sword and meet the flame.

The world will never be the same. Ragnarok, the end begins.

But even doom has drums and hymns. Bifrost breaks with lightning sound.