In Viking mythology, Ragnarok (the doom of the gods) is the prophecy of the end of the world. Take a sneak peak of the Thorsten Magnusson’s interpretation from Homo Nova:
I counsel you, do not forget
Beware the fell winter and the crowing of the cock
Hearken to the horn’s call or sense you regret
For these are the shadows of Ragnarok
Come will the chaos where brothers slay brothers
Where sundered be shields and reddened be spears
This flashing of swords; this bane of all mothers
Summons a lament of unnumbered tears
Though, I counsel you, do not forget
Beware the fell winter and the crowing of the cock
Hearken to the horn’s call or sense you regret
For these are the shadows of Ragnarok
From the temper of fellow man will the Last Dregs hide
Upon ships which have all storms withstood
But yet have they to endure a heaven-high tide
No faraway shores shall escape the Flood
Though, I counsel you, do not forget
Beware the fell winter and the crowing of the cock
Hearken to the horn’s call or sense you regret
For these are the shadows of Ragnarok
Cities be razed, and the mountains will quake
Blackened be greensward by the Roaring Red Riot
The lamps of the sky will the hellhounds break
Their snapping jaws sentence the world into quiet
Though, I counsel you, do not forget
Beware the fell winter and the crowing of the cock
Hearken to the horn’s call or sense you regret
For these are the shadows of Ragnarok
Two survivors the cemetery underfoot hides
Their green eyes bud amidst the lingering smoke
Rising from black snows of ash side by side
The seeds of Ash and Elm be woke
Though, I counsel you, do not forget
Beware the fell winter and the crowing of the cock
Hearken to the horn’s call or sense you regret
For these are the shadows of Ragnarok
A hatching sun spills forth its golden yolk
Paying dale and vale a dowry of grain
Naked lands be clad in a new green cloak
White rivers froth with shoals of fish again
Though, I counsel you, do not forget
Beware the fell winter and the crowing of the cock
Hearken to the horn’s call or sense you regret
For these are the shadows of Ragnarok
Cries return at the new world’s dawn
Milk from the bosom be once more drawn, they gleam
And open their eyes, this litter of fawn
The world their birthright, or so they dream
Though, I counsel you, do not forget
Beware the fell winter and the crowing of the cock
Hearken to the horn’s call or sense you regret
For these are the shadows of Ragnarok
This be the origin of all things living
Winter; the requisite for the coming of spring
Amidst the heart of darkness be a stout light renewing
Fire—ice; Father of creation and Mother of undoing
Marry they in Hvergelmir ere the New Era brewing
But profit you will to remember the harbingers of ruin
And I counsel you, do not forget
Beware the fell winter and the crowing of the cock
Hearken to the horn’s call or sense you regret
For these are the shadows of Ragnarok
Excerpted from Homo Nova and the House of Abraham by Tommy Crabtree Copyright © 2021 by Tommy Crabtree. Excerpted by permission of Fireside Publishing Ltd. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.