Heldrasil, O Heldrasil
The mist-shrouded goddess Hel
In nine worlds rule
On the Gjallar bridge, In the elf Gjoll
The dead seek Thee
Everything for many despairs before Thee
O great goddess of Hel
Thy scoot is the mother of time
With you death takes its share
See the witches spin each trao
Where do they steer
To the Gnipahalan far away
Like Balder when we died
We will travel to Helheim like Hermod
With Death we will find where gold
When Balder comes again
From the beginning of time, Verdandi and Skuld
When Helgrinden will open
Then the sun rises
Now re-fed from the depths of winter
Together with Hoder
Like a shadow Loki was with Hoder
When Balder was slain by cunning
And all vanished down to Helheim
With the mistletoe's magic sprig
See the Helgate that opens
And the god rises
Now reborn from winter's deep
With the sun as his sword
The hidden goddess In Helheim
May life play its game
Your scoot is the mother of time
O great goddess In Hel