Reaching the summit, the ground trembles under his feet.
The limit is reached, the glyrs are seen and finished, and he laughs.
The sky is falling, here rra than we drew spears.
Higher, I pray, mistletoe Close me, he alone reaches.
The race is on, the weapons glistened and glowed.
Gifjuni frá, the military clothes out of the ordinary, relaxed.
A time to prepare for the weather, as soon as it starts to snow.
Under That ground, terrifies every dark spot, every rock. kaf.
The begotten of Niflheim is valid for all killings.
The good of the night follows the stars' traf. >once upon a time I swear my loyalty.
You are my good, statue and support
Hells of wars have not reddened.
Quality know me well, I run towards Hel,
there is danger hidden in every mel.
Anything can happen, Baldur now fights,
it will be fatal, then I perish.
Baldur slays me,
Fought well and he gave a victory.
A fool of his deeds,
Goes ©g now about Niflheimahli°.
Let all my years die,
This war on the calfskin of couples.
Black nights,
betraying feet,
so hand the water ripples.
I am wounded and you are wounded,
wounds go away now.
Mið- ágarð,
minnisvarðbr/>rás ásatruú.