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:
Göndull and Skögull
Gauta-Týr sent
To choose from kings
Who of Yngvi's kin
Should go with Odin
And be in Valhall.
Thus sang Úlfr Uggason:
Swiftly the Far-Famed rideth,
The Foretelling God, to the fire speeds,
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