Ró over voices.
Rór over voices.
Rór over hills.
Rór over slags.
Rór over tongues.
Roar over trees.
Roar over bicycles.
Roar over pillars.
Wake up late and see
sun in blue sky.
If the weather is bad
we set out on a journey.
Catch travelers,
fill hungry stomachs,
lie down l and then
we sleep until the next day.
Roll over the sea.
Roll over the lake.
Roll over the mountains.
Roll over the fields.
Roll over the captain.
Roll over the farmers.
Roll over the trolls.
Roll over everyone.
Let's go to bed late
comfortably in our hut.
The weather is getting worse
We didn't feel that at all.
They are in a pile of snoring
There are children at their feet,
They should not be disturbed,
Esir, men or skúrska.
Walls Ôtgarðs defend,
our weapons bruise
both the helmets and heads
of the battalions.
That is good and it's fun
grey to kill together.
If you do something wrong
those who will do it will save themselves.
(It's hard to close leið,
lies around waters and countryside,
has rivers of cats and Hugaskeið,
here fat giants sleep.)
Let clubs crush,
break the cheekbones.
Let's drink slowly and mouthful,
while we have some talk.
Then we break the bones,< br/>we hit them with the stone.
Then we danced and drank
we lasted until midnight.
We stayed up late and saw the
sun In the blue sky.
If it's late
we set out on a journey.
Let's catch the travelers,
fill the stomachs of the hungry,
let's go to bed and then
sleep until the next day.

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