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 :Downward the Fells of Fullness
 * Fall on the Bear of Tackle:
 * Now forward Winterling, stirreth,
 * The ship, on Glammi's sea-path.

Comber, as here:


 * The Comber fell headlong o'er me;
 * The Main called me home unto it:
 * I accepted not the Sea's bidding.

Breaker, as Óttarr sang:


 * In burst the ship-sides thin;
 * Rushed the Breaker downward; flushed
 * Stood the wind, bane of the wood;
 * Men endured wild tempest then.

Wave, as Bragi sang:


 * The Giver of the Wave's Coals,
 * Who cut Thor's slender tackle,
 * The Line of the Land of Sea-Mews,
 * Loved not to fight the wroth sea.

Sound, as Einarr sang:


 * I sheared the Sound
 * From Hrund south-bound;
 * My hand was gold-wound
 * When the Giver I found.