A Vollüspa está a chegar…
More fair than the sun,
a hall I see, Roofed with gold,
on Gimle it stands; There shall the righteous rulers dwell,
And happiness ever there shall they have
There comes on high, all power to hold,
A mighty lord, all lands he rules. . . .
From below the dragon
dark comes forth, Nithhogg flying
from Nithafjoll; The bodies of men on his wings he bears,
The serpent bright:
but now must I sink.