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 Thus sang Viga-Glúmr:


 * With the Hanged-God's helmet
 * The hosts have ceased from going
 * By the brink; not pleasant
 * The bravest held the venture.

Thus sang Refr:


 * Oft the Gracious One came to me
 * At the holy cup of the Raven-God;
 * The king of the stem-ploughed sea's gold
 * From the skald in death is sundered.

Thus sang Eyvindr Skald-Despoiler:


 * And Sigurdr,
 * He who sated the ravens
 * Of Cargo-God
 * With the gore of the host
 * Of slain Haddings
 * Of life was spoiled
 * By the earth-rulers
 * At Ögló.

Thus sang Glúmr Geirason:


 * There the Týr of Triumph
 * Himself inspired the terror
 * Of ships; the gods of breezes
 * That favor good men steered them.

Thus sang Eyvindr: