Reginsmol - Nidingr

What is the fish that runs in the flood

And itself from ill cannot save

If thy head thou wouldst from hell redeem

Find me the water’s flame

If thou seekest still

To live in the land of men

What payment is set for the sons

Of men who war with lying words

That one to another utters

Now shall the gold bring their death

To brothers twain

And evil be

For a maid shall kinsmen clash

Heroes unborn thereby shall be

I deem

To hatred doomed

The gold so red shall i rule

So long as i shall live

Nought of fear for thy threats i feel

Gifts ye gave but ye gave not kindly

Gave not with hearts that were whole

Your lives ere this should ye all have lost