[At night Baldur was troubled by nightmares that foretold his death

Mounted on his eight-legged steed, Wuotan rode to the depths of Hel to consult a

Seeress from beyond the grace. Ah her burial mount, Wuotan sung magic chants to resurrect her

She, too, predicted that Baldur would soon be a guest in the realm of Hel...]

Dreams of darkness

Dreams of death

Dreams of darkness

Slowly hastening its tread

Grim dreams torment me at night

Dreams which I foresee my own death

No distinct memory remains

Of these things that haunt my sleep

Only visions of my own demise

Lurking in the shadows of my mind

"Fear not, my troubled son

All things on this earth will pledge an oath

Never to harm you in any way;

No evil will ever cross your path."

Mounted on his eight-leafed steed

Vegtamr rode to the depths of Niflher

To resurrect a dead seeress

Who confirmed Balder's untimely death

Proclaiming the downfall of the word

Before sinking back into her grave