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- Translated transcription: The fight was fierce, but now the victory is won.
The last of the enemy’s ships is about to be swallowed by the sea. The last Sea Wolves fight a hopeless battle with the merciless waves.
Vébjörg can replace her sword in its sheath.
Sadly she looks at the loyal men who fell at her side, and remembers those at home along the barren coast who will now await in vain the return of their sons.
Blood spreads over the raised deck and colours the sea far around them.
“Hail to you, victorious Vébjörg!”
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