Hafs létum vér hesta
hlýr stinn á brim renna,
meðan á bjartar brynjur
blóði dreif um síður;
ylgr gein, arnar, mönnum,
eyddist gráðr, of svíra,
harðmeldr gátum heiðan
hveðnu, blóði roðna.
Vestr fór ek of ver,
en ek Viðris ber
munstrandar mar
Svá 's mitt of far;
drók eik á flot
við ísabrot
hlóðk mærðar hlut
míns knarrar skut.
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