Hermods Ride to Hell

Through valley's of darkness
on our way to nifelheim
to the halls of hel
where my brother waits

Wailing voices on the wind
urging me to turn
distant tortured screams cold blue fires burn
i hear the sound of river gjoll
running cold and deep
its golden bridge shines in the dark the bridge that modgun keeps

Over the bridge, on through the night
hel is getting near
there are the gates towering high
afflicting me with fear

In her hall, at the honour seat
my brother sits in pain
pale and tortured balder greats
bound by invisible frozen chains

"I have come to bring him back with me
the whole world mourns his death
please set balder free
give him back his breath!"