Hail to you Hel,
daughter of Loki who shakes the Earth,
great Queen of those Below,
Mistress of the shadows,
Lady of bones and dust,
frightening one of the far places
where men fear to go,
strong one who builds the boundaries
and knows how to tear them down.
Hel, you are strong of magic
and all the spirits tremble in your presence,
and the dead do whatever it is you command.
Hel, you know the broken heart,
and the painful ways to mend it.
Hel, you tear the layers from us,
hateful but necessary work,
as your whip brings purification through our tears.
Hail to you, terrible and revered Goddess,
but precious in the eyes of your devoted father.