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We fought with swords: this fills me still with joy, because I know a banquet is preparing by the father of the gods. Soon, in the splendid hall of Odin, we shall drink Beer[1] out of the sculls of our enemies. A brave man shrinks not at death. I shall utter no repining words as I approach the palace of the gods.
We fought with swords. O that the sons of Aslauga[2] knew; O that my children knew the sufferings of their father! that numerous serpents filled with poison tear me to pieces! Soon would