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 And as Eyvindr sang:


 * A hearing I crave
 * For the High One's Liquor,
 * While I utter
 * Gillingr's Atonement;
 * While his kin
 * In the Kettle-Brewing
 * Of the Gallows-Lord
 * To the gods I trace.

Even as Einarr Tinkling-Scale sang:


 * The Wave of Odin surges;
 * Of Ódrerir's Sea a billow
 * 'Gainst the tongue's song-glade crashes;
 * Aye our King's works are goodly.

And as he sang further:


 * Now that which Bodn's Billow
 * Bodes forth will straight be uttered:
 * Let the War-King's host make silence
 * In the hall, and hear the Dwarves' Ship.

And as Eilífr Gudrúnarson sang:


 * Grant shall ye gifts of friendship,
 * Since grows of Són the Seedling
 * In our tongue's fertile sedge-bank:
 * True praise of our High Lord.