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