Hjördis Níðhöggrdóttir


A hall I saw,

far from the sun,

On Nastrond it stands,

and the doors face north,

Venom drops

through the smoke-vent down,

For around the walls

do serpents wind.

I there saw wading

through rivers wild,

treacherous men

and murderers too,

And workers of ill

with the wives of men;

There Nithhogg sucked

the blood of the slain,

And the wolf tore men;

would you know yet more?


From below the dragon

dark comes forth,

Nithhogg flying

from Nithafjoll;

The bodies of men

on his wings he bears,

The serpent bright:

but now must I sink.



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