In an old ash tree - hung a Naskald old man,
Under a black sky - from which the rain poured down.
No one there - to cut the body down,
for no one could know - where the hanging went place
Lonely man he was - When he went to Valfars plass,
He arrived carrying Brynje - to a grand Grimt Palace.
A thousand years had passed - since the previous man came there.
they wept with gloomy joy - when a son came at last.
Nor for the Trolske gap - was a takeheim deep down.
Rows of Nor's sons - wandered there nor and down.
No one lacked graves - and no one lacked sons,
for they went from slush and soot - there to Kuldheimen's beds.
Only a few of the guard's children - came to the Father's rich row,
for crafty betrayal among them - led most men deep down.
However, one can hear the song - each a Pagan old high time
for yes, it still sticks - among the faithful Ods Sø nner.

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