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Before its blade the old giant bends,—
Thy father is doomed to die.
26."I strike thee, maid, with my magic staff,
To tame thee to work my will;
There shalt thou go where never again
The sons of men shall see thee.
27."On the eagle's hill shalt thou ever sit,
And gaze on the gates of Hel;
More loathsome to thee than the light-hued snake
To men, shall thy meat become.
28."Fearful to see, if thou comest forth,
Hrimnir will stand and stare,
(Men will marvel at thee;)
