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!