Cattle die,
Kinsmen die
You yourself die;
I know one thing
Which never dies:
The virtue of a man's life.
Hammer of Thor strikes Anvil of Virtue, Rings forth, naming Kolbjorn.
Brother they hailed, Of
Ealdormere the most blissfull,
Potent King in the high seat They wished him to join,
And the Brethren to sit Happy
at the feast,
Ever with Thorbjorn, Pleasure
to share.
Many songs they sung, Rode
on sea steeds,
The King and Queen, Trumbrant
Bold, Kayla Fairhair'd.
At the magestic house, Odin
listened,
Wrote he the runes. Declare,
Nornir! Kolbjorn,
This day Battle Brother 'Til
Fenris does come.
Wording by HE Mahault
of Swynford.
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