Hrym steers from the east, waters rise,
the mundane snake is coiled in j\xf6tun-rage.
The worm beats the water, and the eagle screams:
the pale of beak tears carcasses; Naglfar is loosed.
That ship fares from the east:
come will Muspell's people o'er the sea, and Loki steers.
The monster's kin goes all with the wolf;
with them the brother of Byleist on their course.