The loss that angered me.
The marauding crowd grinding the gravel,
My quarrel was drawn to Hel.
Odin, waiting, I entrust you my family to hide.
In frenzy I ran up to the mound,
Half-mad with rage when revenge I swore,
Looked at my valley, said goodbye and left,
Crippled, wounded, but led by Thor.
But onward I walked,
Long was the way,
Little my strength,
When I took my step.
Screaming and howling,
Then Hel finally withdrew.
I’m sure over the grassy shores
come the yelps and cries
of battles from Baldur’s mound.
The cries of distress, the agony,
Bastards you want to steal their souls too,
My children won’t hurt me this fall,
My trust in Tyr will cover all grief.
And showed an exhausted fool the way,
I dreamt of Asgards’ wolf, his deadly vision I saw,
Carefully hidden where no light ever shines,
And cunning counsel the son of Nal gave to me.
When Vör visited us,
The loud sound,
as the priestess within dies
laid bare on the stones,
Until the gods buried,
Their dead children’s,
As I left my home.
In blood carved,
And shall sail your kinsman’s steed
Broken to pieces,
By hand of accursed bastards,
Now I have found my place,
Thor’s hammer or his determination,
Thrym could not take,
It is I who takes charge.
To you Grimnir, my guts I offer,
The gates open then,
Murmur this rune!
that binds me homeward.”
Free from memory,
Now the path appears,
I find peace,
and save myself unto myself.
My sorrow is silenced,
Heimdallr greets me,
To me She takes,
and so do the gods.
I ride again night after night,
The evil vision, now she is in power,
is simply shrugged off.
The drinking horns fill, lift and deliver,
We have a special rhyme,
No bowl is ever emptied,
Welcome ruddy moonshine.
For Baldur to kindle their fire,
Standing tall and her footstep is light,
She died with honour,