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 Before its blade the old giant bends,— Thy father is doomed to die.

"I strike thee, maid, with my magic staff, To tame thee to work my will; There shalt thou go  where never again The sons of men shall see thee.

"On the eagle's hill shalt thou ever sit, And gaze on the gates of Hel; More loathsome to thee  than the light-hued snake To men, shall thy meat become.

"Fearful to see, if thou comest forth, Hrimnir will stand and stare, (Men will marvel at thee;)