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Wild was Wingthor as he once awoke
And saw his hammer lying nowhere around him
But my hammer was stolen
What no one suspects yet, no one suspects
There in the Jotenreich He sat on a hill
Thrym the Thursenf'rst, Lord of the Giant's Home
My Mj'lnir alone shall acquire
Only Freya brings to me in her wedding dress
Soon the Aesir hastened to the assembly
To Wallfather's hall, and they held council
Thor shall go and he shall dress as a woman
The disgrace for Asgard's salvation, Asgard's salvation
And so he set off in great haste
To his wedding far away in the giant's home
Dow in the oxen and the food
With flaming red eyes he drank the wine of Odin
Bring the hammer to me, to consecrate the bride, he said
Thrym the Thursenlord, Lord of Riesenheim
Wingthor immediately laughs with his heart in his body, before
He struck her to death, Thrym's hall lay in two
Now you know the power of the hammer
The power of the hammer
Whom you praise in your body
Beware of false speech
That Thrym's fate is you not overtaken