Standing in the bifrost
Heimdal with his horn
Watching in the distance
With his sharp eyesight

He can hear the grass grow
Miles and miles away
He was chosen by the gods
And he is staying alert

Heimdal son of Odin
With wild pig blood
Son of nine mothers
The bravest of the gods

He spent days without sleep
Until the Ragnarök
Against Loki he will fight
And then the end begins