Helheim
I'll cry a pledge to you,
oh great godess of Hel
so you'll summon my soul
to the deep of your home.
Your womb's mother of Time
and rules over life and fate,
even over the norns' loom.
My blood shall flow till Gjöll,
its waters will feed freedom's tree,
my flesh - tribute to the doomed.
Kant's world says Valhalla's for executors,
then there's no home but in Helheim,
by your side, godess of the death,
will you, rulling over rebirth
give me a second life after The End?
Time after time, blood of battles
and shattered dreams
will water the tree of freedom
that grows in your kingdom.
I've got no other choice than die.
And I have faith in the last day,
when the gates of Helheim will open
for me to retake the fight,
and with the wicked sword
I'll comand my soul and afterlife.
Kant's world says Valhalla's for executors,
then there's no home but in Helheim,
by your side, godess of the death,
will you, rulling over rebirth
give me a second life after The End?