The Pathfinder & the Prophetess

The Prophetess : Who is this man ,
who for me is unknown
Who forces me to go such a hard way
I am covered with snow , beaten by rain
I am wet through by dew
& death I have known for a long time

The Pathfinder : I am the pathfinder ,
accustomed to battle
For whom is the hall decked here in Helheim
Silence not prophetess , I seek your answers
Who shall bring death to the son of Odin

The Prophetess : For Balder the mead
A drink for the noble
I was forced to speak
Now silence is my name
Hod shall guide him
Shall be his bane
I was forced to speak
Now silence is my name

The Pathfinder : Tell me this ,
who shall punish this deed
Kill Balders killer and place him on the pyre
The Prophetess : A child, one night old ,
shall kill Balders killer
Not wash his hands nor comb his hair
Until the fire burns
The Pathfinder :Tell me this;
What maidens are those ,
Who weeps such heavy tears?
The Prophetess : You are no Volve ,
but a mother of giants.
Right you are Odin
See you after the wolf

The Prohetess : For Balder the mead
A drink for the noble
I was forced to speak
Now silence is my name
Hod shall guide him
Shall be his bane
I was forced to speak
Now silence is my name