Helheim

Heldrasil, O Heldrasil

The mist-covered goddess Hel
rules in nine worlds.
On Gjallar Bridge, in the river Gjöll
the dead seek You.

Too many despair before You,
O great goddess in Hel,
Your womb is the mother of time
where death takes its share.

See the Norns spin our thread,
they control our fate
To Gnipahålan our journey goes
like Balder when we die.

We to Helheim like Hermod shall travel
with Death we find our gold,
when Balder once returns
from Utrid, Verdandi, and Skuld.

When the Helgate shall open
then the sun rises
now reborn from the depths of winter
together with Hodur.

Like a shadow, Loki was with Hodur
when Balder was killed by deceit.
and all disappeared down to Helheim
with the magical twig of Mistletoe.

See the Helgate opening
and the god rising
now reborn from the depths of winter
with the sun as his sword.

The hidden goddess in Helheim
plays with life.
Your womb is the mother of time
O great goddess in Hel!