On the earth and on the sea,

There are those will speak of thee!

’Tis enough,—the war-gods call,—

There is mead in Odin’s Hall!

“Regner! tell thy fair-hair’d bride

She must slumber at thy side!

Tell the brother of thy breast

Even for him thy grave hath rest!

Tell the raven steed which bore thee,

When the wild wolf fled before thee,