[I EN HALL MED FLESK OG MJØD].IN A HALL WITH PORK AND MEADIn an old ash hung a nosecold man.Under a black sky from where the rain poured down.None went thither to cut the corpse down,For no one could know whereat the hanging took place.Lonely man he was when he went to Allfather's place,he arrived clothed in a body armour to a marvellous, grim palace.A thousand year had passed since last man went thither,They cried in a gloomy happiness when at last a son there came.North of the trolly cape was a place of mist far down.Rows of Norse sons wandered thither north and nie.None in lack of grave and none in lack of sons,For they went by fire and pestilence there to the beds of the coldhouse.Only few of the guardian's children came to the rich row of their father,For cunning deceit bore most of them far down.Yet one can hear the song each heathen old feastAye! still the feasts are held among the faithful sons of Od.