Hail to Lady Hel
by Sarenth
The Halls of Helheim
Few alive have seen
Death’s home and Dead’s abode
Yet here within the splendorous Halls
We all may find a home
Perhaps on plains we take our rest
Upon grain and well-turned earth
Perhaps by river or field or fen
Our rest is finally earned
Perhaps in cave so hollow
Yet sweet-smelling and richly warm
Sweet Hel has a place for us
A place we are reborn
She tends to all the newly Dead
And old who’ve taken rest
All those who have taken leave of Life
Come to Her generous breast
We lay our head upon Her home
Some stay but for a while
When we leave She does not grieve
Her Gate it opens wide
For in Her a part of us remains
Waiting our return in time
So when the Dead leave your home
In gurney, mound or grave
Celebrate Life’s giving way
And new Life that is made
Hail to the Lady Hel
To Mordgud Guardian in black
Hail to the Dead our lives are owed
We all are coming back!