I lie, my body wounded,
my body cooling.
Death drags me near.
Snow falls over me.
My men lie near me,
the troop all dead
Heroes have they been,
revenge gave us peace.
I draw my last breath,
Óðinn's lad misses a meal.
Darkness pulls at his arms,
The sun from the east casts light
At last the rage falls back in waves,
dented sword and broken shield.
A smile appears on Baldur's lips,
the song of brothers never corrodes.
Warrior Baldur Óðinsson!
Jarl Gunnar and Grímur die
they shall hail the gods.
The wolf in the crooked slain
becomes of late some blessings.
I smile now to my children,
soon will all sorrows cease
I see my dearest wife
coming to sleep by my side.
Now there is no one living
The night spills over, black as coal
The life in Baldur's eye fades
awaiting death, only waiting
The wind groans in the trees,
all sleeping the big sleep.
Wind from the north moves the grass
Baldur is now dead at last.