Hel | The Queen of Helheim | Norse Song

Описание: In the depths beneath Midgard, Hel reigns over the vast realm of afterlife—not the warriors who feast in Valhalla, but the countless souls who lived and died in peace. Experience the Norse understanding of the afterlife's true queen through ritual music that honors her role as judge and guardian of the afterlife.

This atmospheric song explores Hel's complex nature as Loki's daughter, half-living and not, who provides rest and mercy to those who journey down the Hel-road. Feel the weight of her quiet judgment and the peace she offers to souls seeking their final home through music that channels the profound Norse vision of afterlife.

Subscribe to Signal from Asgard for more Norse ritual music that honors the complete mythology.

Stream:-
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6580Bk...
YouTube Music:    • Hel (Queen of the Dead)  
Tidal: https://tidal.com/track/461286573/u

----------
Lyrics:

Frost on the door where the dead_ winds lean
Ash in the air with a silent sheen
Down where the roots of the world run black
Hel keeps the names that never come back

Child of Loki, still as stone
Half in shadow, half in bone
Face of night and face of day
Judge of the long and wordless way

Hel, hall-keeper, hush of the deep
Mist-walker, warden of sleep
Cold-hair, grave-fire, veil of the sea
Open the door for the souls to be free

Nine nights downward, no bird calls
Hel-road winds by root and walls
Coins for the ferryman, breath grown thin
Quiet the heart when the gates draw in

Black is the left, white is the right
Warm is the tear, cold is the night
Mercy in winter, summer in stone
All must answer, all come alone

She does not chase, she does not plead
She weighs the thirst and quiets the need
Bread of the dusk and water of rest
Sleep like an oath on a faithful chest

Golden one fallen, mother’s cry
Hel’s hall listened, would not lie
All things weep but a needle’s thorn
So stays the dawn that will not be born

Eat without hunger, drink without thirst
Lay down the iron, forget the first
Name by name in the ledger of night
Hel writes soft by the ember light

Not for spear-kings, not for flame
Yours are the ones with the everyday name
Mothers and makers, sailors of rain
Hands that mended, hands that were lain

Who hears the last word under the loam?
Hel, Hel.
Who folds the tired and calls it home?
Hel, Hel.
Who keeps the key where the root-rivers wind?
Hel, Hel.
Who judges soft and leaves war behind?
Hel, Hel.

Hail to the keeper of balance and breath
Hail to the queen at the border of death_
Hail to the hand that closes the pain
Hel of the hush and the falling rain

Snow on the door where the dead_ winds lean
Ash in the lamp with a silver sheen
Down where the roots of the world keep time
Hel sings low in an old, old rhyme

#vikings #norse #norsemusic #vikinglegends #helheim