Northwards and netherwards

Where towered a dreary palace

She, the ruler of misty Hel ere waiting for you in the hall of death

Hoartfrosted sick-bed hordes trudge

Murderers and oathbreakers

On a crowded path of death yes, to Hel comes the most.



Betrayed be her father, her mother be distress

Mournful beauty, her face half black, half flesh

Tears of sorrow falls like pearls onto the ground

Odin: Send her far away and let her evil do no harm

Send her to Niflhel, to theuttermost peak

Her blood can never in this hall of honour reek



Far Far North

North of Ginnunngagap

Where she rules supreme

In lonely majesty

Soak shall be her home

In death's eternal winter she alone

Welcome to her frosty home

Far Far North



On the ness I now stand

Oh, death would be so sweet

But my fate was rusty sealed

My vengance comes wrapped in sleet

My powers but grow and grow

Come to me, come to me

Ragnarokkr I shall sow

When all chains break I'll be free



Children red with weeping and a howling bloodsmeared hound

Wrapped in Bedridden saved a place for the weak

Across the burning bridge and through the gate of Hel

Horrid visions the prophetess saw from where the dead from Hel decend

Many men entombed in frost in the ninth realm

Into the deepest pit she saw



A hall she saw stand

far from the sun

It's doors facing north

on Corpse Strand

Drops of poison

dripped through the smoke-hole;

The hall wattled

with serpents backs

She saw there wading

through tubulent waters

Men forsworn

and murderers