Shadows of the Hel's throne

Mist drifts across the stone The night repeats its tone A distant call breaks through Her voice awakens you Born in the arms of night Cast from the gods’ cold sight She fell through frozen air Claimed darkness as her lair In Niflhel’s silent deep She swore the dead to keep Raised walls of ice and bone And forged her shadowed throne She calls from frozen hollow Where broken spirits follow The dying lose their flame When Hel speaks out their name Her hand is like winter wind Her words like bones that bend She guards forgotten souls Restoring broken roles In Hel’s unwavering gaze Lives memory’s ancient blaze She judges none who fall She only answers call Naglfar drifts through the gloom Its timbers hum with doom Dead fingers weave the ropes While silence steals their hopes Your heartbeat starts to fade As shadows cross your shade You hear your name once more— No turning from this shore Rise from the frozen deep! Awaken from broken sleep! Naglfar cuts through the tide— The dead stand at her side! Ice storms reclaim the land Bones echo where they stand! Hel calls the fallen home— Her army starts to roam! She calls from frozen hollow Where broken spirits follow The dying lose their flame When Hel speaks out their name