My vision grows faint, eerie darkness
Hateful Norns
Knit my destiny-thread
Battling your destiny is in vain
The starving raven tells of Hel
The nine kingdoms of the dead
Where can I rest?
With those I remember
Among my own
Far from the depths of Helheim and Niflheim
My hope is golden mead and lit logs
What should I do to warm my hands?
Nine rings I sacrifice
Runes I carve
Songs I sing