Do you hear this sound of thunder,
Who's this might is, I do wonder,
Can you hear the heavens' roaring?
After Baldr they are mourning.
In his young heart his brother hit him,
An arrow of young mistletoe killed him,
All the mighty Asgard in deep lamentation,
Weeping over light god with no consolation
Valkyres will carry him to the funeral ship,
Singing laments, walking on their fingertips,
Not to awaken the youthful god in eternal sleep,
His one-eyed father in reminiscence and sorrow weeps.
To all Pagans and all the Gods of paganism! !
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