Helheim

I am daughter of Loki, I am queen of the dead They turn away their faces, yet they whisper my name I am exiled from Asgard, and feared by the gods Cast out from your kingdom, a grave guardian I walk barefoot in the land of the dead And the land of the heavens is where I shall be For your soul remains clenched in my fist, your life is mine To the weak, the fallen, the frail To the cowards, the spineless – I am Hel, goddеss of the rotten Their bodiеs will build my throne Banned from Valhalla Now their ashes will build my throne Banned from Valhalla Your ashes will build my Prison for the bloodless, and a realm for the weak Their crying stills my thirst, and their wails are my hymns No pyres will be lit for the battle-spurned, forevermore A dish named hunger, with a knife called famine I am Hel, goddess of the rotten Their bodies will build my throne Banned from Valhalla Now their ashes will build my throne Hel, goddess of the rotten Their bodies will build my throne Exiled, banished from Asgard Await me at the shore Half my face is corrupted, the other one is flesh I drag your cadaver up my frozen stairs Harbard will guide you across the river Waves break while I will feast on your flesh Half of me living, and half is decayed Helheim, echo the hordes – I will await you at the shore Helheim, mother of death Half of me living, and half is decayed

Submitted by Finntroll — Mar 27, 2026