Baldr did not fight with a sword on the battlefield
And he never swung his war axe around
He did not spill the dark blood of his enemies
Nor did he ever held weapon or shield
When he died by his brother's spear of treachery
He was not sent to his father's great halls
Every brave man wanted to reach Valhalla
Baldr's godlike spirit was doomed to Hel

"No!" Frigg cried
Staring at her son who died

Baldr, my son
Your spirit is now gone!

I will reach you
In happiness receive you
Talk to Hel
About a son who fell

Beg for grace
From the world that you embrace
And if they whine
You again will be mine

The deepest darkness fell in the world of the gods
Brightness went to hell, leaving Frigg behind with thoughts
About the dying soul, of her son far from here
Living in the twilight of the undermost sphere

A query for the goddess, who reigns over the dead
A question for the empress and this is what she said:
"If everyone weeps around the world tree
The imprisonment is over and Baldr will be free."