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 And as Einarr Tinkling-Scale sang further:


 * The Dwarves' Crag's Song-wave rushes
 * O'er all the dauntless shield-host
 * Of him who speeds the fury
 * Of the shield-wall's piercing sword-bane.

Even as Ormr Steinthórsson sang:


 * The body of the dame
 * And my dead be borne
 * Into one hall; the Drink
 * Of Dvalinn, Franklins, hear.

And as Refr sang:


 * I reveal the Thought's Drink
 * Of the Rock-Folk to Thorsteinn;
 * The Billow of the Dwarf-Crag
 * Plashes; I bid men hearken.

Even as Egill sang:


 * The Prince requires my lore,
 * And bound his praise to pour,
 * Odin's Mead I bore
 * To English shore.

And as Glúmr Geirason sang:


 * Let the Princely Giver hearken:
 * I hold the God-King's liquor;
 * Let silence, then, be granted,
 * While we sing the loss of thanes.