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from Egil’s saga. The Irreparable Loss of Sons put to music by Nate Berry
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Sonnatorrek, The
by Egil's Saga
Tardily, takes my toungue to move,
and to stir the steel yard of song;
Hopeless is’t about Odin’s theft
hard to draw from the heart’s fastness!
Sorely Ran has smitten me
left me bare of bosom-friends;
the sea snapped my sib’s tight links
a strong strand is stripped from me.
If my suit with sword I could press,
all over for the ale-smith were it:
Could I kill the storm’s kinsman,
Aegir’s (4) might I would meet as foe.
Hard my lot, for Herian’s foe’s
stern-sister stands on the ness.
Gladly though and ungrudgingly
with light heart, Hel I will bide.
and to stir the steel yard of song;
Hopeless is’t about Odin’s theft
hard to draw from the heart’s fastness!
Sorely Ran has smitten me
left me bare of bosom-friends;
the sea snapped my sib’s tight links
a strong strand is stripped from me.
If my suit with sword I could press,
all over for the ale-smith were it:
Could I kill the storm’s kinsman,
Aegir’s (4) might I would meet as foe.
Hard my lot, for Herian’s foe’s
stern-sister stands on the ness.
Gladly though and ungrudgingly
with light heart, Hel I will bide.