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~ Historical & Classical Poetry ~

 

 

 

Hjalmarr´s Death-Song

 

Sixteen wounds have I, slit is my byrnie,
all is dark before my eyes, I cannot see to tread.
Angantyr´s blade has struck against my heart,
the keen weapon, hardened with poison...

A raven flies from eastward, from the high gallows-tree,
after him flies the eagle.
This will be the last eagle I feed,
thus he shall drink my blood.


From the Saga of Arrow-Oddr

 


 

 

 

Image: "Sigmunds Tod" (Sigmund´s Death),
Johannes Gehrts 1883