Midnight's sun on the mountain lay,
Blood-red was its gleaming
It was no night nor was it day,
But just between them seeming
Innocence is resting
on the blessed pyre.
All that breathe are taken
by an icy shudder.
Red as blood the sun sinks,
mountain shadows lengthen;
through the Ash's foliage
Time-at-Autumn sighs
Farewell,you bold,wonderful child,
you my heart,holiest pride.
Farewell,farewell my little son,
from my heart,you never went away
Balder's bale pyre, symbol bright,
On sacred hearth was burning...
Soon is quenched its wasted light,
Hoder's reign returning
Silent gods hold vigil
round the livid Balder.
Fimbulnight is falling...
let the pyre be kindled!
Dark the dome of heaven .
Odin grasps the torch-hilt;
furrowed deep,his forehead
toward his bosom bows.
Farewell,you bold,wonderful child,
you my heart,holiest pride.
Farewell,farewell my little son,
from my heart,you never went away
Midnight's sun on the mountain lay,
Blood-red was its gleaming
It was no night nor was it day,
But just between them seeming
Every hight-heroic
fight is done forever.
Men shall henceforth purpose
maught but woe and evil,
strong shall stand the scoundrel,
good in links lie bounden
till the flame of Sùrter
O'er the world shall run.
Farewell,you bold,wonderful child,
you my heart,holiest pride.
Farewell,farewell my little son,
from my heart,you never went away |
