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BURIALS. 



As if you were rotting 



In an ant-hill 



Unless ye yield 



The sword forged by Dvalin ; 



It is not fit for ghosts 



Costly weapons to hide. 



Angantyr. 



Hervor, my daughter ! 

 Why callest thou thus 

 Full of baneful words ; 

 Thou art going to fare badly; 

 Mad hast thou become 

 And out of thy senses, 

 Mind-bewildered, 

 As thou awakeuest the dead. 



Neither father buried me 

 Nor other kinsmen ; 

 The two who lived 

 Kept Tyrfiny ; 

 Although at last 

 One became its owner. 



Hervor. 



Thou dost not tell me truth ; 

 The As shall leave thee 

 Unharmed in the grave-mound 

 If thou hast not Tyrfiny ; 

 Thou art unwilling 

 To ive the heritage 

 To thy only child. 



Then the mound opened and looked 

 as if it were all on fire and flame. 

 Angantyr sang : 



Ajar is the gate of Hel ; 



The mounds are opening, 



All the island-coast 



Looks as if on fire ; 



Outside all 



Is awful to behold ; 



Hasten thee, maiden, if thou canst, 



To thy ships. 



Hervor. 



Ye can not light 

 Such a flame at night 



That I would 



Fear your fires ; 



The mind-town of thought 1 



Of the maid does not quail 



Though she sees a ghost 



Standing in the door. 



Angantyr. 



I will tell thee, Hervor, 

 Listen the while, 

 Wise daughter, 

 What will happen; 

 This Tyrfing will, 

 If thou canst believe it, 

 All thy kin, 

 Maiden, destroy. 



Thou shalt beget a son 



Who afterwards will 



Tyrfiny carry 



And trust to his own strength; 



This one will the people 



Heidrek call, 



He will be the mightiest born 



Under the tent of the sun. 



Hervor. 



I thus spellbind 



The dead champions 



That you shall 



All lie 



Dead with the ghosts, 



Rotting in the mound, 



Unless thou yieldest me, Angantyr, 



The slayer of Hjalmar, 2 



The one to armours dangerous, 



Out of the mound. . 



Angantyr. 



Young maiden, I say, 

 Thou art not like man 

 As thou art strolling about 

 Among mounds in the night 

 With inlaid spear 

 And the Goth's metal, 

 AVith helmet and mail-coat 

 Before the hall-door. 



Breast. 



- Tyrfing. 



