The warrior noble,— | ’twas the Norns that drove me
The hero to slay | who in fight should be holy.
[29]. “In fashion of wolves | it befits us not
Amongst ourselves to strive, [[555]]
Like the hounds of the Norns, | that nourished were
In greed mid wastes so grim.
[30]. “We have greatly fought, | o’er the Goths do we stand
By our blades laid low, | like eagles on branches;
Great our fame though we die | today or tomorrow;
None outlives the night | when the Norns have spoken.”