Текст песни Pale Roses - Niflheim

Goddess of the underworld, Loki's daughter dear,
On her treacherous threshold, I have shed a tear,
But she's not prone to pity,
What a cruel entity,
Follow her into the bowels of Niflheim.

Odin has thrown her in a dark infernal sphere,
Where she rules now, with hunger, sickness and fear,
And she's not prone to pity,
What a cruel entity,
Follow her into the bowels of Niflheim.

No rest for the wicked, Sir, whenever Hel is near,
Men and monsters all running scared with Hel in their rear,
And she's not prone to pity,
What a cruel entity,
Follow her into the bowels of Niflheim