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Rh Shrieking, In wild defeat and disarray,

Behold, ye pass away!

The sign of Ruin standeth at the gate,

There, where they strove with Fate—

And the ill power beheld the brothers' fall,

And triumphed over all!

Thou wert smitten, in smiting,

Thou didst slay, and wert slain—

By the spear of each other

Ye lie on the plain,

And ruthless the deed that ye wrought was, and ruthless the death of the twain!

Take voice, O my sorrow!

Flow tear upon tear—

Lay the slain by the slayer,

Made one on the bier!

Our soul in distraction is lost, and we mourn o'er the prey of the spear!

Ah, woe for your ending,

Unbrotherly wrought!

And woe for the issue,

The fray that ye fought,

The doom of a mutual slaughter whereby to the grave ye are brought!

Ah, twofold the sorrow—

The heard and the seen!

And double the tide

Of our tears and our teen,

As we stand by our brothers in death and wail for the love that has been!