Through the valley of throns

Over the river of blood

Condemned by straw death

Deserted by the Dises

Onwards to the realm of Helheim

Domain of the Concealer;

Hunger her table

Starvation her knife

Journey of the dead

To the judgment in Thingstead...

Without the runes of speech

No way to justify my deeds

Drink the draught of doom:

Burning venom transformation

Monstrosity shpeshift

Of the unworthy ones

Final insult, first punishment:

Passing through eternal bliss

Beholding with grief

Envying the joys of the blessed ones

Herded by thorny rods

Anger of Swartalfar;

Crossing the cold rivers

Climbing the dark mountains of Nifel-hel

Dying the second time

To enter nine realms of torture:

Gates of eternal night

Now swallow the condemned one