And the heart hammered in chest with a fury,
And blood got boiling hard in his veins.
By stone he was falling into abyss of branches
And that gape embraced it’s heir.
He saw lots of black spots there in valley -
It was horde of those who murdered his sons.
They moved on prowling, like assassins do,
Searching prey for their malignant pleasure
And leaves was burning under step of their march
And in torment the ancestral land moaned hard.
Even forest averse his sight in fear,
Not able for defense with armor of branches.
And it cometh - their ghastly gathering
And raven beheld that he shows no strength alone
And cannot avenge for his dead sons.
He soared high upon black wings, and grimness
Embraced the peaks of ancient woods.
He saw the wood surrounded with abyss,
He saw blackening weeds and rotting crust,
A char bleared air and burning fir-trees.
In violent flight he stormed towards the clouds.
And there, under majestic fiery sun,
In celestial asgard, clear and serene like wrath,
He called upon allfadr, and with his whole strength
He swore the grim and inviolable oath…