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
The hall, which 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

A region for the banished one´s
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
The hall, which doors face to the north
entwined and bordered with serpent spines

Far away, remote from the sun
There is a mighty hall
The hall, which 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