Gates of Hel

Embarking here north and nether, he's bound

And here he dwell snarling

At passing ghosts, though he guard

The gates of Hel

They're leaving like a funeral procession on the prowl

Behind the hearse of all our hope

They're coming, may forebode the end of all we once held high

Before us, darkness gathers

You'll take the high road

I'll take the low road

Neither sand stays their striding

Nor does the dark and deep, blue sea

Front lines fell

You'll take the high road

I'll take the low road

Turn to stone by the sunrise

Hordes in the distance

Marching out the gates of Hel

Graven under the gathering grime

Statues forgrow field stones

Before the floodgates of time

Wayfarers flow

Their marching may grow louder than the thunder in the sky

Behind the hearse of all our hope

Our footfalls slowly fade into the distant future, far

Before us, darkness gathers

You'll take the high road

I'll take the low road

Neither sand stays their striding

Nor does the dark and deep, blue sea

Front lines fell

You'll take the high road

I'll take the low road

Turn to stone by the sunrise

Hordes in the distance

Marching out the gates of Hel

They're leaving like a funeral procession on the prowl

Behind the hearse of all our hope

They're coming, may forebode the end of all we once held high

Before us, darkness gathers

You'll take the high road

I'll take the low road

Neither sand stays their striding

Nor does the dark and deep, blue sea

Front lines fell

You'll take the high road

I'll take the low road

Turn to stone by the sunrise

Hordes in the distance

Marching out the gates of Hel