The day the gods die, stars disappear from the sky, and the world is burned, hordes of monsters from hell will sail Naglfar to battle. Naglfar is made of discards, fingernail and toenail clippings, dead insects, corpses. When it sails from the east; water serpents will writhe and beasts will scream in torment. If you’re going to believe this, you might as well know that you won’t live long enough to witness it yourself. It’ll be only a phantom of your feverish dreams.