[bad word]  to my humble home 
Your soul is mine to keep 
There are no, walls of rock and stone 
Yet no one ever leaves 

Those who die of age and plague 
Are [bad word] in my court 
Murderers, miscreants 
Will linger here and rot 

Those who die inglorious 
And those who die in shame 
They all are sent to my dark halls 
They all shall fear my name 
 [bad word]  
Here, hunger is your plate 
Here famine is your knife 
Here you will forever dwell 
I [bad word] you to Hel! 
I [bad word] you to Hel! 

Now here your are, in my cold realm 
You are my honoured guest 
At the banquet of the death 
Your soul will never rest 

Your soul is my to keep! 
(Your soul is my to keep!) 
And you will never leave! 
(And you will never leave!) 
 [bad word]  
Here, sickness is your bed  [bad word] is your well 
Here you will forever dwell 
I [bad word] you to Hel! 

Hunger is your plate 
Here famine is your knife 
Here you will forever dwell 
I [bad word] you to Hel!