Heimdall stands on Bifröst high All-seeing gaze, all-hearing sky Son of nine, the waves of night The sea gave forth the child of light From ocean's foam, from storm and brine A God was raised, both bright, divine No sleep he needs, no rest, no dream He watches worlds through fire's gleam Himinbjörg, his steadfast hall Where rainbow bridge meets Asgard's wall With horse of gold, with sword of flame All realms are safe beneath his name He hears the grass, he hears the stone The whisper low, the dying moan Heimdall stands on Bifröst high All-seeing gaze, all-hearing sky Gjallarhorn waits for Ragnarök's call He guards the bridge, he guards us all Yet shadows rise, a foe he knows The trickster sows where chaos grows With words of venom, lies unbound Their hatred shakes the holy ground At world's last dawn, the clash shall be Order and chaos, bound by decree The horn will sound, the worlds will shake The giants march, the earth will quake The sky will split, the fire rain The gods ride forth though few remain And face to face, on fate's red field Heimdall and Loki both shall yield Heimdall stands on Bifröst high All-seeing gaze, all-hearing sky Gjallarhorn sounds, the heavens fall He guards the bridge, he dies for all