Far away, remote from the sun
There is a mighty hall
Venom falls from the vent of the roof
Tears of snakes turn into rivers
All they who murdered and broke the oath
Are doomed to wade through poisoned brooks
A hall, that doors face to the north
Entwined and bordered with serpent spines
From Niflheim the dragon flies
Bearing the corpses of men and their gore
Sitting to guard over Hvergelmir's well
At the land the Dead Man's Shore
A region for the banished ones
Who fought in bloody revenge
To rule the grim and clean the world
Their souls will vanish in agony and blood
All they who murdered and broke the oath
Are doomed to wade through poisoned brooks
A hall, that doors face to the north
Entwined and bordered with serpent spines
Far away, remote from the sun
There is a mighty hall
A hall, that doors face to the north
Entwined and bordered with serpent spines
From Niflheim the dragon flies
Bearing the corpses of men and their gore
Sitting to guard over Hvergelmir's well
At the land called Dead Man's Shore