Who is this man, who for me is unknown Who forces me to go such a hard way I am covered with snow, beaten by rain I am wet through by dew death I have known for a long time I am the pathfinder, accustomed to battle For whom is the hall decked here in Helheim Silence not prophetess, I seek your answers Who shall bring death to the son of Odin For Balder the mead A drink for the noble I was forced to speak Now silence is my name Hod shall guide him Shall be his bane I was forced to speak Now silence is my name Tell me this, who shall punish this deed Kill Balders killer and place him on the pyre A child, one night old, shall kill Balders killer Not wash his hands nor comb his hair Until the fire burns Tell me this What maidens are those, Who weeps such heavy tears? You are no Volve, but a mother of giants. Right you are Odin See you after the wolf For Balder the mead A drink for the noble I was forced to speak Now silence is my name Hod shall guide him Shall be his bane I was forced to speak Now silence is my name
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