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- Translated transcription: Once more there are living ones under the heavens, as the flock of Einherjar rides upwards in Óðinn’s wake, cleaving the clouds and saluting the lord of armies with a clash of weapons and high shout:
Hail to the mighty one,
Leader of the slain,
The high head of Hliðskjálf,
Lord of Valhöll,
Hail to thee, Óðinn!
For those on the darkened battlefield who can still manage to hear, it sounds as if a flock of migrating birds fill the space, sounding high over the earth’s misery, shrill cries of herons and cranes in their hasty flight to freedom and happy reaches.
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