In Nine Worlds to reign
O magnific Godess Hel
On Gjallarbron, Above the (river) Gjoll
They want you.
To fast You fall into despair
O magnific Godess Hel
With Your Womb you'r the Mother of times
And the death is part of you
To Gnipahalan we will follow our journey
We'll see the norns making our line
Our destiny their guide
(And) just like Balder we will die
Like Hermod we'll ride to Helheim
And dead, we'll find our Gold,
When come back again
From Urtid, Verdandi and Skuld
When is open the gates of hell
The sun rise
Reborning from the deep winter,
With Höder
When Balder was killed on the trap
Of loki, like a shadow, guiding Höder,
He vanished like everyone in Helheim
By the Mistletoe's magic spear
The God Rises
Behold the opening gates of hell,
Reborning from the deep winter
Hiden Godness of Helheim
He posses the Sun as a Sword,
Play Your game With the life
With Your Womb you'r the Mother of times
O magnific Godess of Hel!
