You, guardian of Bifrost. You, who's born by nine sitsers. You, who hear the grass grow. You, who see hundreds of miles. Guard your bridge night and day. Heimdall. Heimdall. Blow your horn, so all the worlds can hear. Heimdall.
You, guardian of Bifrost. You, who's born by nine sitsers. You, who hear the grass grow. You, who see hundreds of miles. Guard your bridge night and day. Heimdall. Heimdall. Blow your horn, so all the worlds can hear. Heimdall.