Each day set forth to fly;
For Hugin I fear | lest he come not home,
But for Munin my care is more.
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[21]. Loud roars Thund, | and Thjothvitnir’s fish
Joyously fares in the flood;
Hard does it seem | to the host of the slain
To wade the torrent wild.
[22]. There Valgrind stands, | the sacred gate,
And behind are the holy doors;