Tracing from the ice on the treetops
Packing on the snow, form a braid
Power of a bear, ‘fore your heart stops
Stoic as the night, born to raid

Mountain of a man, works the field
Sword in hand, herring-fed, brazen beard
For his family, breaks his body as a shield
For the spite on her tongue, his wife is feared


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