Speared with a mistletoe*
Pierced right through his heart
The brightest of the gods
Falls lifeless to the ground
Hödr his brother
Throws down his axe
Cursing the day
He was born
Why can’t I see
Why can’t I undo
Why did i listen
To the god of betrayal
Balder my brother
Unleash from your fate
Rise from your grave
And return to the gods
Return from Hel
Passing the gates
On a eight-legged horse
Hermod was sent
To the world of the dead
Mistress of the dark
What do you want
In exchange
For Balder the bright
Give me the tears of all mortal beings
Give me the tears for his soul
Give me the tears all that may lie
And of all that may be dead
Cry, you will cry for the sake of his soul
No man shall hold his tears
And if one shall refuse, the god stays with me
Till the end of all nine worlds
Return From Hel
Who shares no tear?