Hermod’s Ride To Hel Amon Amarth

Hermod, "Ride, Sleipner
Ride for all your worth
Faster than lightning
To the dark realms of the world"

Through valleys of darkness
On our way to Nifelheim
To the halls of Hel
Where by 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
It's golden bridge shines in the dark
The bridge Modgud keeps

Over the bridge, on through the night
Hel is getting near
There are the gates towering
Afflicting you with fear

In her hall, at the honor seat
My brother sits in pain
Pale and tortured Balder greets
Bound by invisible, frozen chains