The Pathfinder And 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