[Intro]
[Female Vocal]
[Soft Vocals]
In Hel's blue hall where no banners stir,
The dead speak low, and the living blur.

[Verse 1]
[Duet]
Hermóðr bowed where the cold queen sat,
Half in hunger and half in frost.
"Give us Balder, give him back,
Count what Asgard has already lost."
Hel looked down with a lidless face:
"Let all things weep in every place."

[Pre-Chorus]
[Female Vocal]
Stone must weep, and iron must weep,
Wolf in the cave and whale in the deep.
Ash must weep, and ember must weep,
Wake every root from its frozen sleep.

[Chorus]
[Duet]
No tears for Balder, no road from the grave,
If one heart hardens, no god can save.
No tears for Balder, no dawn on the foam,
If one mouth refuses, he never comes home.
No tears for Balder, cold law holds tight,
One dry eye can murder the light.

[Verse 2]
[Male Vocal]
Messengers rode through the ninefold air,
Mountains wept into silver streams.
Swords wept rust, and ravens there
Dropped black rain from their broken dreams.
But in a cave at the world's cold fault,
A giantess held her cheek like salt.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Female Vocal]
"Let him stay where the silent go,
I gain no joy from his golden name.
Dry is my cheek and dry is the snow,
Let Hel keep what Asgard became."

[Chorus]
[Duet]
No tears for Balder, no road from the grave,
If one heart hardens, no god can save.
No tears for Balder, no dawn on the foam,
If one mouth refuses, he never comes home.
No tears for Balder, cold law holds tight,
One dry eye can murder the light.

[Instrumental Break]
[Bowed lyre scrapes a single-note lament over sparse drums.]

[Bridge]
[Male Vocal]
Was it Loki in borrowed skin?
Was it grief that would not begin?
Was it hatred, old and thin?
The dry stone answered from within.

[Breakdown]
[Shouted]
No weeping.
No plea.
No dawn.
No key.

[Final Chorus]
[Duet]
No tears for Balder, no road from the grave,
If one heart hardens, no god can save.
No tears for Balder, cold law holds tight,
One dry eye can murder the light.
No tears for Balder, the bargain is done,
Hel keeps the brightest son.

[Outro]
[Female Vocal]
[Soft Vocals]
In Hel's blue hall where no banners stir,
The dead speak low, and the living blur.