And defiance they breath’d with their high-waving crests.
Echoing now the rocks among
Loud they chaunt a magic song:
Like the dismal yell its sound
Of the agonizing hound,
When its belly drips with gore
Torn by tusk of angry boar,
While his bowels o’er the plain,
Gasping short, he trails with pain.
Dame Hela two chieftains illustrious had sent