The Ancients Awakening

Beneath the waves of a sunless sea
A shadow coils where no light can be
Born of the ancient, trembling earth
Doom in the scales from the moment of birth

And the cold wind whispers his name
Through fjords of sorrow it came

O, Jörmungandr, serpent wide
Circle the world in the deep, dark tide
Dreaming of thunder, dreaming of flame
Bound to the hour the gods will name
O lonely serpent, fated to rise
Sleep till the end of the northern skies

He hears the drums of a distant shore
Echoes of battles not fought before
Brothers and beasts in the twilight roam
Knowing his waking will call them home

And the runes foretell what will be
His breath will poison the sea

O, Jörmungandr, serpent wide
Circle the world in the deep, dark tide
Dreaming of thunder, dreaming of flame
Bound to the hour the gods will name
O, lonely serpent, fated to rise
Sleep till the end of the northern skies

When Moon turns red and mountains fall
His cry will shatter the heavens' call
Thor will meet him upon the shore
Two fates entwined forever more

O, Jörmungandr, endless tide
Wake from the dark where the old gods hide
Carry the storm, carry the pain
Circle the world once more again
O ancient serpent, cold and wise
Rise with the dusk of the northern skies