Hovudlausn
Swords rattled with glam against the shield frame,
The king went ram In the battle forward
There you heard then army thunders go,
And Bloodfaum's roaring on
They stood no wild; In warlike guild,
The king's troops; nimble vessels
On flat shores blood flowed In sand
Around banners shout multitudes
Swords they melted, against them peeled
Graze the root of the wound; they are the tip of the sword
For frost-cold iron has fallen
Guitar gilde; In the wild
Eine I fought against eight
Against eleven twice
I ate the wolf etla
Karar bled where the king trod
Sword's rattle sounding in the thunder of shields
The king's sword was red,
For the frame was a blank
Spears of blood floated; run for life

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