A dog he met,
From Hel coming.
It was blood-stained
On its breast,
On its slaughter-craving throat,
And nether jaw.
It barked
And widely gaped
At the father of magic song;
Long it howled.
A dog he met,
From Hel coming.
It was blood-stained
On its breast,
On its slaughter-craving throat,
And nether jaw.
It barked
And widely gaped
At the father of magic song;
Long it howled.