Hel - solemn and just queen of the lowest world
Holy the black bridge which leads to your kingdom of ice
Holy your great work, the duty of honour and majesty.
I bow to your light and shadow,
the bones and the flesh fused,
a sacred reflection of all which lies in the psyche of man.
I taste the bitter apples from your dark orchard
and see my own face in your blade.
Sweet mother of darkness and death, be with me now.
Holy half-maiden of the lowest realm,
Give me release, acceptance, strength and surrender.