Brothers may fight and fell each other,
may sisters' sons kinship stain;
hard is in the home, whoredom severe;
axe-age, sword-age, shields cloven,
wind-age, wolf-age, ere the world falls;
no men will each other spare.
Plays Mims sons, but fate awakes,
from the aged Gjallarhorni;
load blows Heimdallr, the horn is raised;
grind then Ódinn with Míms head.
She a hall see standing brighter than sun,
with gold bedecked, in Gimlé;
there shall good people household build,
and in long time happiness enjoy.