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.: T Thyrfing Farsotstider
Baldersbålet

Världens oskuld vilar tryggt på det vigda bålet
Allt som andas, allt som sörjt ryser i plötslig kyla
Blodröd sjunker solen, fjällens skuggor växa
Och högt i askens krona susar tidens höst

[Chorus:]
Vi har samlats här i sluten ring
Kring en likblek gud som om livet bragts
När dagen lida mot sitt slut
Skall flammor stiga mot himlens fäste

I sorgens timma på sorgens dag, stiger fadern fram
En fridlös fasas verop, som ur dvala facklan höjs
Ett sinne tyngt av kvalfull kvidan, en gåta utan svar
När stormen stämmor ekat ut, vad viskas till den döde?

[Repeat chorus]

Det som ingen trott, det som inget vetat
Fann den vise, vad han fjärran letat?

English Translation:

The Pyre Of Baldir

The world's innocence rests safely on the dedicated pyre
Everything that breathes, everything that has mourned shivers in sudden cold
Blood-red the sun sets, the shadows of the mountains grow
And high in the crown of the ash the fall of time soughs

We have gathered here in a closed ring
Around a deathly pale god as if life had burst
When the day passes to its end
Flames will rise towards the sky

In the hour of sorrow on the day of sorrow, the father steps forward
The lamentation of a peaceless horror, as if from lethargy the torch is raised
A mind burdened by agonizing wailing, a riddle without an answer
When the voices of the storm have echoed out, what is whispered to the dead one?

[Repeat chorus]

What no one had believed, what no one had known
Did the wise one find what he had searched for far and wide?

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