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"Hrimgrimnir is he, the giant who shall have thee In the depth by the doors of Hel; To the frost-giants' halls  each day shalt thou fare, Crawling and craving in vain, (Crawling and having no hope.)

"Base wretches there by the root of the tree Will hold for thee horns of filth; A fairer drink  shalt thou never find, Maid, to meet thy wish, (Maid, to meet my wish.)

"I write thee a charm and three runes therewith, Longing and madness and lust; But what I have writ  I may yet unwrite If I find a need therefor."