Thingstead

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