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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, goddess of the rotten

Their bodies 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