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Thus sang Viga-Glúmr:
- With the Hanged-God's helmet
- The hosts have ceased from going
- By the brink; not pleasant
- The bravest held the venture.
Thus sang Refr:
- Oft the Gracious One came to me
- At the holy cup of the Raven-God;
- The king of the stem-ploughed sea's gold
- From the skald in death is sundered.
Thus sang Eyvindr Skald-Despoiler:
- And Sigurdr,
- He who sated the ravens
- Of Cargo-God
- With the gore of the host
- Of slain Haddings
- Of life was spoiled
- By the earth-rulers
- At Ögló.
Thus sang Glúmr Geirason:
- There the Týr of Triumph
- Himself inspired the terror
- Of ships; the gods of breezes
- That favor good men steered them.
Thus sang Eyvindr:
