Flying up from you, o men,
The ship of the beautiful one
Raises sails of woven gold
And heads out to horizons far...

The high lord of men,
The most beloved God,
Bealdor, thy name we call!
Warlord, come back from above!

Where Balder is now?
Where is our God?
Tears weep my eyes,
A sigh laments my heart!

They say that he's fallen,
Struck by an arrow,
Or cut down by word,:
They say he is no more...


He was the sun, the light
Of life's every dawn:
He was red in the clouds
When dusk would spread out...

Flying up from you, o men,
The ship of the beautiful one
Raises sails of woven gold
And heads out to horizons far...

The high lord of men,
The most beloved God,
Bealdor, thy name we call!
Warlord, come back from above!