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30. There alone was Thor
with anger swollen.
He seldom sits,
when of the like he hears.
Oaths are not held sacred;
nor words, nor swearing,
nor binding compacts
reciprocally made.
31. She knows that Heimdall's
horn is hidden
under the heaven-bright
holy tree.
A river she sees flow,
with foamy fall,
from Valfather's pledge.
Understand ye yet, or what?
32. East sat the crone,
in Iárnvidir,
Fenrir's progeny:
of all shall be
one especially
the moon's devourer,
in a troll's semblance.
33. He is sated with the last breath
of dying men;
the gods' seat he
with red gore defiles:
swart is the sunshine then
for summers after;
all weather turns to storm.
Understand ye yet, or what?
34. There on a height sat,
striking a harp,
the giantess's watch,
the joyous Egdir;
by him crowed,
in the bird-wood,
the bright red cock,
which Fialar hight.
35. Crowed o'er the Æsir
Gullinkambi,
which wakens heroes
with the sire of hosts;
but another crows
beneath the earth,
a soot-red cock,
in the halls of Hel.
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