Then bursts thy roof of pearl, O Breidablik!

Lok in the dark the fatal arrow guides;

Drown’d in fraternal blood affection lies:

The corpse of Balder decks the pyre: the race

Of Alfer disappear from Valaskialf:

Peace is compell’d to abdicate her reign,

While war and pestilence rage uncontroll’d.

Now every day still more and more corrupt

Becomes the race of Askur; no respect

Is paid to oaths: i’ th’ hand of brutal force