She sits upon her throne
Dwelling in the shadows
Tall, pale, and cold as a winter's night
As if death had taken her
She is above death and beyond it
She is neither dead nor living
O' child of Loki
Mistress of the dead
Captor of souls
Goddess of damnation
I do not fear you or your wrath
Only the idea of death itself
Bear upon me thy great fury
For I am drawn to your grace
A divine and unholy form you take
A longing for you, temptation rises
Cursed to long for what will never be
Bring the fury of Asgard
Bring the fury of Jötunheimr
The Lady Hel
Child of Loki
I love you
For I am your willing servant
I hate you
For you will never be mine
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