| Once were the gods together met
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| The goddesses came and council held
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| And the far-famed ones
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| The truth would find why baleful dreams
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| To Baldr came
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| Then Othin rose the enchanter old
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| Thence rode he down to Niflhel deep
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| And the hound he met that came from hell
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| Bloody he was on his breast before
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| At the father of magic he howled from afar
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| Forward rode Othin the earth resounded
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| Till the house so high of Hel he reached
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| Then Othin rode to the eastern door
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| There he knew well was the wise-woman's grave
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| Magic he spoke and mighty charms
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| Till spell-bound she rose and in death she spoke
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| What is the man to me unknown
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| That has made me travel the troublous road
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| I was snowed on with snow and smitten with rain
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| And drenched with dew long was i dead
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| Speak thou of hell for of heaven i know
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| For whom are the benches
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| Bright with rings
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| Bedecked with gold
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| Here for Baldr the mead is brewed
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| There is a shining drink and a shield lies o’er it
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| And their hope is gone from the mighty gods
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| Wise-woman cease not i seek from thee
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| All to know that fain would ask
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| Who shall the bane of Baldr become
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| And steal the life from Othin’s son
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| Hoth thither bears the far-famed branch
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| He shall the bane of Baldr become
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| And steal the life from Othin’s son
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| Wise-woman cease not i seek from thee
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| All to know that fain would ask
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| Who shall vengeance win for the evil work
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| Or bring to the flames the slayer of Baldr
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| Rind bears Vali in Vestrsalir
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| And one night old fights Othins son
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| His hands he shall wash not
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| His hair he shall comb not
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| Till the slayer of Baldr he brings to the flames |