Tor i Helheim [English translation]

A chair stood high under arched stone

It was made of skulls and brittle bones of the dead

There, one could see Hel brooding, she was white to the foot

Towards the crown of her head blue, from blood that ran beneath

A dead man's white bone, well bleached in the moonlight

She stretched out to torment, with a vengeful mind

It smelled of earth, she waved it like a wand

Like a scepter, she wielded it in her cruel hand

It was so quiet within, the smell of corpses everywhere

No winds moved there, only empty sighs were returned

Three blue-flamed torches stood by each of the dead

Beheld in empty terror, without a trace of blood

Thor was seen smiling, he turned around

He hastened forward into the ring of the dead

He then shouted these harsh words:

Thus will it be for every woman who dares not to follow Thor

You poor fools who fear injury and death

Now may Hel inflict injury eternally upon you, with woe and bitter hardship

You let not the helmet adorn your head in battle

You were created to tremble, so tremble for eternity

Then the harsh giant went steadily before Hela

He had to soften his voice in her dark home

He said, pallid woman, you punish justly

But I do not stand here of my own free will

To journey to the chieftain of Utgard, I had set my mind upon

He has caused me to wander in here

For tell me if you know which road I must take

To go to the strong kin in Jotunheim

Then to the swinger of Mjölnir, Hel shouted in her rough voice

It rang like the sword against a suit of armor

Depart from my black arch, walk ahead, soon you will be there

It dazzles me to behold the rosiness of your health

The agile god Thor waved hastily, with a bold glance

Loki turned away as Hel walked past him

Tightly he closed his eyes, so heavy to him that day

She looked at him and sighed, her scepter rang

• Artist:Myrkur
• Album:Folkesange (2020)