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Niflhil’s nine worlds, and Surtur’s fiery plain,
And where upon Creation’s uttermost verge,
The weary Dwarfs, that bear the weight of Heaven,
Hope the long winter that no spring must cheer,
And the last sound that from Heimdaller’s trump
Shall echo thro’ all worlds, and sound the knell
Of earth and heaven.
And where upon Creation’s uttermost verge,
The weary Dwarfs, that bear the weight of Heaven,
Hope the long winter that no spring must cheer,
And the last sound that from Heimdaller’s trump
Shall echo thro’ all worlds, and sound the knell
Of earth and heaven.
Of earth and hea A strange and savage faith
Of mightiest power! it fram’d the unfeeling foul
Stern to inflict and stubborn to endure,
That laugh’d in death. When round the poison’d breast
Of Regner clung the viper brood, and trail’d
Their coiling length along his festering wounds,
He, fearless in his faith, the death-song pour’d,
And lived in his past fame; for sure he hoped
Amid the Spirits of the mighty dead
Soon to enjoy the fight. And when his sons
Avenged their father’s fate, and like the wings
Of mightiest power! it fram’d the unfeeling foul
Stern to inflict and stubborn to endure,
That laugh’d in death. When round the poison’d breast
Of Regner clung the viper brood, and trail’d
Their coiling length along his festering wounds,
He, fearless in his faith, the death-song pour’d,
And lived in his past fame; for sure he hoped
Amid the Spirits of the mighty dead
Soon to enjoy the fight. And when his sons
Avenged their father’s fate, and like the wings
