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 The flag of Doom doth rear. On, on," the tall Death-seeker cries, These earth-worms soil our heel, Their spear-points crash like crisping ice On ribs of stubborn steel!" Hurra! hurra! their whirlwinds sweep, And Harald's fate is sped; Bear on the flag—he goes to sleep With the life-scorning dead. Thus fell the young Harald, as of old fell his sires, And the bright hall of heroes bade hail to his spirit.