Of the life-blood of men who were butchered by thee!
Then cried Brynhild:
Upbraid me no more from thy rock bound dwelling
For battles I fought in the days of old.—
Thou wilt not be deemed to be nobler of nature
Than I, wheresoever our story is told!
The Ogress:
In an evil hour, O Buthli's daughter,
In an evil hour wert thou brought to birth.—
The Sons of Gjuki thou gavest to slaughter,