Baldrs Draumar

Once were the gods | together met
And the goddesses came | and council held
And the far-famed ones | the truth would find
Why baleful dreams | to Baldr had come

Then Othin rose, | the enchanter old
And the saddle he laid | on Sleipnir's back;
Thence rode he down | to Niflhel deep
And the hound he met | that came from hell

Bloody he was | on his breast before
At the father of magic | he howled from afar;
Forward rode Othin, | the earth resounded
Till the house so high | of Hel he reached