Balder! Yeah!
This story is about betray, murder and pain
Balder had a dream of his own death
So his mother, Frigg
Made every object on every
Realm vow never hurt Balder
Yeah!

All objects made this vow except mistletoe
Frigg had thought it too nonthreatening
To bother asking it to make the vow
Yeah!

Loke wants to kill him! (Loke wants to kill him!)
Loke wants to kill him! (Loke wants to kill him!)
Loke wants to kill him! (Loke wants to kill him!)
Loke wants to kill him! (Loke wants to kill him!)
Loke wants to kill him! (Loke wants to kill him!)
Loke wants to kill him! (Loke wants to kill him!)

But a disturbed mind
Can devise more ways
To hurt that a healthy one
When Loke knew this he made
A magical spear from this plant
He devised a terrible game
All the Gods must hurling objects at Balder
To see if anyone can touch him
When no one is looking at him
Loke gives the magic spear to Balder's blind brother

Hothr and help him to aim at his brother's chest
The envy rot the best men
And makes them the worst demons
Envy turns the courage in fear
Reality in false illusions
Coward!