Amon Amarth - Hermods Ride To Hell - Lokes Treachery Part 1

"Ride, Sleipnir! Ride for all your worth Faster Than Lightning to the dark realms of the world" Through valley's of darkness on our way to nifelheim to the halls of hel where my brother waits Wailing voices on the wind urging me to turn distant tortured screams cold blue fires burn i hear the sound of river gjoll running cold and deep its golden bridge shines in the dark the bridge that modgun keeps Over the bridge, on through the night hel is getting near there are the gates towering high afflicting me with fear In her hall, at the honour seat my brother sits in pain pale and tortured balder greats bound by invisible frozen chains "I have come to bring him back with me the whole world mourns his death please set balder free give him back his breath!" "If it's true, what you say to me that the whole world mourns his death if the whole world will weep i will give him back his breath."