A mighty god was born at the edge of the world From the womb of nine jotuns, the wave maidens He dwells and rules through Himinbjörg With his senses heightened, ready for the enemy Father of mankind Whitest of gods Guardian of Bifröst Heimdallr, watchman of gods Sitting at the edge of the rainbow bridge Waiting for the foe's first battlecry As he foretold They gather in the plains of Vigrid ready to attack BLOW! Into Gjallarhorn BLOW! So the gods may know STRIKE! As the gods assemble STRIKE! And fight for Asgard Loki, the traitor, deceiving as he is by nature Battles with the watchman, the father of mankind They strike upon each other with a mighty bloodlust and godly wrath Both gods perish by the hands of one another but with honour Watchman of gods Father of mankind Whitest of gods Guardian of Bifröst Heimdallr, Watchman of Gods