East of elivaager
At the end of the sky
Dryg became the horned goat
To the hall of nine hundred heads
The ice-dripping net frost on
Førhoder rolled
Oksehornece's farmstead
Falled heavily in the pitch-black forest
The buck prince's bait was ready
Mountain trolls roared, it crashed in the mountains
Ancient earth sank down
From a gap between forest glades
Became all aesa's power gathered
For the time was scarce, far from where they came
All the trolling heads
Mannheim's berg the serpent's path
The bait the hook with the bull's head
Against the bait gaped the enemy of the gods
The band that rings the earth

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