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- Translated transcription: Far away, on the shore of the great stormy sea lies the seat of the Chieftains. Built of sturdy pine trunks, the hall rises, wide and mighty, from its foundation, visible far out at sea.
For centuries it has housed the chieftains’ kinsmen, who kept the coast free from seafaring raiders.
It is autumn, and the night is dark as in the realm of Hel. The Sea Wolves have sailed in from the ocean, wild men, hungry for loot, thirsting for revenge and implacable. The Chieftain had not been good to them, now they burn him in his very hall.
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