A limping old warrior Missing the swordwind His sorrowful brows Heavily bearing The pain his pride felt A longing for an end
Proudly met in battle A bitter glow was growing Tearing his warriorpride While he was... Fearless preparing His hail to the ravengod A glorious spear Handed among kings Placed to penetrate his longing heart
By the own white hands In honour of Odin The ravengod
At the field he was insurgent Malicious pride... was his glow...
