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- Translated transcription: Over the bloody battlefield, where the fight recently raged, night has settled.
Whole companies of dead lie, with deep shadows between the heaps hiding the pools of blood. With its coolness the night numbs the pain in many a burning wound and the hate in many a still beating heart.
The ravens have gone their way, they belong to the battle of day. But the wolves slink around, tearing at the limbs of the dead.
Here lies Vébjörg, felled at Óðinn’s order.
But no beast approaches the shield-maiden, who rests under Óðinn’s gaze.
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