Brothers will fight and kill each other
Sisters' children will defile kinship
It is harsh in the world, whoredom rife
An axe age, a sword age, shields are riven
A wind age, a wolf age, before the world goes headlong
No man will have mercy on another

Mim's sons will play, while the fate of the world is being kindled
At the old Gjallarhorn
Heimdall blows it high, the horn is in the air
Odin speaks with Mim's head

She sees a hall standing, fairer than the sun
Roofed with gold, on Gimlé
There shall the righteous people dwell
And enjoy forever more pleasures

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