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 highten, 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 honor

Watchman of gods

Father of mankind
Whitest of gods
Guardian of Bifröst
Heimdallr, Watchman of Gods