Vrldens oskuld vilar tryggt p det vidga blet
Allt som andas, allt som srjt ryser i pltslig kyla
Blodrd sjunker solen,
fjllens skuggor vxa
Och hgt i askens krona susar tidens hst
[Chorus:]
Vi har samlats hr i sluten ring
Kring en likblek gud
som om livet bragts
Nr dagen lida mot sitt slut
Skall flammor stiga mot himlens fste
I sorgens timma p sorgens dag, stiger
fadern fram
En fridls fasas verop, som ur dvala facklans hjs
Ett sinne tyngt av kvalfull kvidan, en gta utan svar
Nr stormen
stmmor ekat ut, vad viskas till den dde?
[Repeat Chorus:]
Det som ingen trott. Det som ingen vetat.
Fann den vise, vad
han fjrran letat?
[English translation:]
Balder's Pyre
Worlds' purity lies safely on the pyre
Everything that
breathes, everything that has mourned shiver suddenly
Blood red sun sinks, mountains' shadows grow
High in the tree crowns blow the
winds of the fall of time
[Chorus:]
We gather here in closed circle
Around a fallen God
When the day draws to an
end
Flames will rise toward the heavens
In the hour of sorrow, on the day of sorrow, the father steps forth
A fearful cry of
woe, a torch is raised
Soul filled with heavy anguish, a riddle without an answer
When the storm subsides, what is whispered to the
dead?
[Repeat Chorus:]
That which no one believed, that which no one knew.
Did the Wise One find, what he searched so
long for?
