| You come to me, eyes full of grief
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| You ask of me to shed all my tears
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| To let him return from kingdom of fears
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| Why should I weep? |
| Or lose any sleep?
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| He never brought me pleasure or glee
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| So why would I help to set Balder free?
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| You come to me, eyes full of grief
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| All of your tears mean nothing to me
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| So why will you not just leave me to be?
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| Am I to blame? |
| Well, I’m not ashamed!
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| Oh how I smiled when I heard the tale
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| Of Loke the sly, so clever and brave
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| Höder the fool, Lopt’s willing tool
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| He held the twig that cut Balder’s skin
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| Lopt aimed the shot
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| That killed Höder's twin
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| Leave me alone
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| Don’t come here and moan
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| I’ve never wished to see Balder’s well
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| So let his soul remain down in Hel
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| My name is Töck and I won’t cry
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| I won’t let Balder return
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| Let Hel keep her treasured prize
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| Let his soul forever burn
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| You come to me and cannot believe
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| That this old crow now talking to you
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| Is Loke not Töck you bloody dawn fools
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| You come to me and you do not see
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| All of your tears mean nothing to me
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| Why will you not just leave me to be
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| My name is Töck, and I won’t cry
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| I won’t let Balder return
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| Let Hel keep her treasured prize
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| Let his soul forever burn |