Helvegen [English translation]

Who shall sing of me?

Or carry me to eternal sleep

When I head down Hel's long roads

And the paths that I tread

are cold, oh

so cold

I sought out the songs

I sent out the songs

Whilst the deepest of wells

brought me the harshest of tears

from the Slain-father's pledge

I know all, Odin,

Like where you hid your eye

Who shall sing of me?

Or carry me to eternal sleep

When I head down Hel's long roads

and the paths I tread

are cold, oh

so cold

Early or at evening's call

Still the raven knows if I fall

When you stand by the gates to Hel

and you must tear yourself free

I shall follow you

over the Gjallabrú with my song

You are freed from the bonds that bind you

You are free from the bonds that bound you

Cattle die,

Friends die,

So, too, must you die.

Though one thing

Never dies;

The fair fame one has earned.

Cattle die,

Friends die,

So, too, must you die.

I know one,

That never dies;

Judgement of a dead man's life.