In giant coils he writhes his length about,
Poisonous streams he speweth out,
But his struggles help him naught.
The mighty Thor knoweth no peer in fight,
The loathsome worm, his strength despite,
Now o’ermatched must yield the fight.
His grisly head Thor heaveth o’er the tide,
No mortal eye the sight may hide,
The scared waves haste i’ th’ sands to hide.
As when accursed Naastrand yawns and burns,