Hel

Someone believes she comes
In the coldest night of the winter
Her rake will have spikes so thin
My soul will never get through
Because I am heavy, fed in sins and envy uncouth
And my life belongs to her
Queen of the deepest place in the world

Someone tells she'll be a grim
Old lady grinding teeth frighteningly
In the darkest passage of my land
She'll be waiting for me to fall
To rake my thoughts and memories away from earth
And have my soul forever in her kingdom
Under the deepest place in the world

And they say there'll be no place
To go she will not reach
Because she's thief, famine and pest
The murder awaiting in the
Darkest passage of my land
And they say there's no other
Outcome for every story
Because she's the mother of all lives strives
The murder awaiting in the
Darkest passage of my land