190 The King of creation, the kindest of Lords,
Sends the first beams of light, bring forth your linden-shields,
Boards for your breasts and your burnie-corselets,
Your bright-hammered helmets to the hosts of the scathers,
To fell the folk-leaders, the fated chieftains,
195 With your fretted swords. Your foes are all
Doomed to the death, and dearly-won glory
Shall be yours in battle, as the blessed Creator
The mighty Master, through me has made known.”