Surely unlike to a mortal thou
To wander about from howe to howe,
And stand in the doorway here!
In the horror of night-time, my little maid,
Thou comest with helmet and byrnie and blade,
And shakest thy graven spear!
Hervör:
A mortal maiden is she who comes,
Arousing the corpses within their tombs,
And will not be denied:—