Meregrundlīc mæden of seġelweġe riseþ
bræþ betweonum bryd ġe fisc
Ægires dohtra singaþ galdorlēoþ
ystig weder apflōdes mōna.
Feorr fram þorpe ġe siġe
ic ābeġde min sweord
for ece weder wæpenena
an meregrundes cos lieġfare.

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Sea bottom maiden rises from the sail-road
breath between bride and fish
Ægir’s daughters sing enchantments
storm weather, moon of low tide.
Far from village and victory
I draw my sword
for everlasting weather of weapons
one sea bottom kiss of flame-journey.