Raised from the ground, steps are wandering,
My speech is broken, my spirit is hurt and paralyzed.
I went up to Vórú, go over the edge,
the garden collapsed, the city rust and the field all my fields.
Baldur!
President!
All of you!
Have pity on me, blow my chest
fight and revenge °, now it's clear to me,
That there is work to be done, I must take care of it,
chosen widows fallen, black sky cold.
Set my hands, strengthen my weary foot,
support me, brothers, pick up axes, swords and spears.
When we fall tur lies, every nerve is rubbed,
now let's put the corpses to sleep and put them in a pile.
The mind is sad, the avenger hurts,
the world holds peace went up by Jjökulsár.
Resurrected in the hour of dawn,
War creates a heroic spirit.
Finally now the tracks lighten,
the brow is lifted and grows stronger.
The supplier like this bought a
bitvarg from Heljarheim.
He holds on to a faint hope,
vÃgamaður ÃÂðinsson.
RÃs he up and see - I'm a force fed!
Rør away Gná - this menacing power!
Berserk up a river - and Baldur is born!
Bliknar enchanted day - I will never come back!
Let's face the dangers, face the heath. .
Up is the giant Baldur úinsson!
Heaving for the scales, we are threatened with lures.
Home we follow the steps, late the smart one will trot.
Up is the giant Baldur ÃĖēðinsson

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