I den mürke hall Hvor düden er ens kall For her er ingen nåde lüs I den tomme, glemte sal Her hvor balder früs Og düde i hels mürke hall Gravlagt i eljudne Ingen her en fredsmann er Pine og pest Fra düdsrikets begjôr La skrikene klinge Og lokke düden frem For den skal bringe Fortapelse inn i dem I dunkle daler gamle Pines ôser, vaner - alle I gamle mürke eljudne I dunkle daler gamle Tomhetens korstog har kommet Glemsel og tap har düdsriket bragt Ôser og vaner er alle i hel dümt Der hvor balder ble gravlagt [english translation:] [buried in eljudnir] In the dark hall Where death is ones call For here no mercy is In the empty forgotten hall Where balder froze And died in hels dark hall Buried in eljudne Where no man peace can find Pain and plague from the realms of deaths desire Let the screams sound And lure death forth It shall bring perdition into them In obscure and ancient valleys Ôsir and vanir - all is tormented In the cold and dark eljudnir In obscure and ancient valleys The crusade of emtiness has arrived Oblivion and loss has the realms of death Ôsir and vanir are all in hel doomed Where balder was buried