"Ride, Sleipnir!
Ride for all your worth
Faster Than Lightning
to the dark realms of the world"

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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] to bring him back with me
the whole world mourns his death
please set balder free
give him back his breath!"

"If it's [bad word]  what you say to me
that the whole world mourns his death
if the whole world will weep
i will give him back his breath."