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 :That gory Wound-Amender
 * To the glorious Monarch offered
 * The necklace not for fear's sake,
 * At the mote of fatal weapons:
 * Ever as restraining battle
 * She seemed, although she goaded
 * Warriors to walk the death-road
 * With the ravening Wolf's dire Sister.


 * The Prince of Folk, the Land-God,
 * Let not the fight, wolf-gladdening,
 * Halt, nor slaughter on the sands cease,--
 * Hate, deadly, swelled in Högni,
 * When the stern Lords of Sword-Din
 * Sought Hedinn with stern weapons,
 * Rather than receive
 * The necklet-rings of Hildr.


 * And that baleful Witch of Women,
 * Wasting the fruits of victory,
 * Took governance on the island
 * O'er the axe, the Birnie's Ruin;
 * All the Ship-King's war-host
 * Went wrathful 'neath the firm shields
 * Of Hjarrajidi, swift-marching
 * From Reifnir's fleet sea-horses.


 * On the fair shield of Svölnir
 * One may perceive the onslaught;
 * Ragnarr gave me the Ship-Moon,
 * With many tales marked on it.