Let's ride, ride and drift over the sand,
sun flows behind Arnarfell,
there are many unclean spirits roaming here,
from goes to shadow a glacier field;
The Lord led my bitch,
drýðu will be the sweetest stage.
The Lord led my bitch ,
Drúgúr will be the next phase. Hey, yeah! þin holt tóf,
Urran wants her blood to wet her mouth,
if someone also heard a
strangely tall man's voice;
campers at that time ¡Ñahraun
maybe herding money without pay.
campers in Ñáháraun
maybe herding money without pay.
Let's ride, ride, drift across the sand,
rain is falling on Heröbreið,
an elf queen is harnessing her spirit,
it's not good to be in her way; The next thing I wanted to do was
to be on top of Kiðagil

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