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- Translated transcription: It is the Chieftain himself, Vermundr the Strong, lying there in front of the high seat in the burning hall. The flames lick floor and walls, soon they will engulf the man, who fell here this night, surprised and overpowered, to the hooting of wild raiders and with their bloody blades in his heart.
Billowing clouds of smoke collect under the roof; soon they will rise up towards the night sky over the sunken stronghold, until the morning breeze scatters them, leaving nothing to remain.
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