Thor beheld the frightful scene.
From the giants’ dark abode,
Fill’d with mangled limbs and blood,
Every vital spark had fled:
All was silent! all was dead!
In vain all their courage the giants display;
With eyes closed in death, like mow’d rushes they lay:
Naught remain’d of their strength or their valour behind;
From their bodies hath fled the invincible mind.
As the lion, when his might