Who shaped the life | of the lofty one;
They bade him most famed | of fighters all
And best of princes | ever to be.
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[3]. Mightily wove they | the web of fate,
While Bralund’s towns | were trembling all;
And there the golden | threads they wove,
And in the moon’s hall | fast they made them.
[4]. East and west | the ends they hid,
In the middle the hero | should have his land;