Baldersbålet - Thyrfing

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

Vi har samlats här i sluten ring

Kring en likblek gud som om livet bragts

Når dagen lida mot sitt slut

Skall flammor stiga mot himlens fäste

I sorgens timma på sorgens dag, stiger fadern fram

En fridlos 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?

Det som ingen trott, det som inget vetat

Fann den vise, vad han fjärran letat?

The innocence of the world rests securely on the consecrated fire

Everything that breathes, everything that mourns shakes in sudden cold

Blood red drops the sun, the shadows of the mountains grow

And high in the crown of the ashes, the autumn of time whizzes by

We have gathered here in a closed circle

Around a corpse-pale god as if life had been brought

When the day suffers towards the end

Let flames rise against the firmament of heaven

In the hour of sorrow on the day of sorrow, the father emerges

A restless phase is revealed, which is raised from the dormant torch

A mind weighed down by a tormented quiver, a riddle with no answer

When the storm echoes out, what is whispered to the dead?

That which no one believed, that which no one knew

Did the sage find what he was looking for from afar?