Helheim isn't a place
its fires only burn inside one's head
a dark and roaring space
a tomb for the dead
Dead cogitations
pitiful victims
of a mind's limitations
and shallow benedictums
There I dwell
dark imagination
an endless pit, a bottomless well
darker still the manifestation
Thoughts shrouded in mist
Hela is waiting
by the great shadow I am kissed
and all is fading
I get lost, I don't protest
deep inside this maze
by this darkness I will be blessed
and find comfort in this haze