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He Himself Inspired the Terror of Ships

from Where the Sea Gives Up Its Dead by Draugadróttinn

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On the gravelly beach of good ships
Grates the Blood of Ymir.

The mild deer of the masthead beareth
O'er the murky water from the westward
Her wave-pressed bows; the land I look for
Before the beak; the Whale-Home shallows.

There the Týr of Triumph
Himself inspired the terror
Of ships; the gods of breezes
That favor good men steered them.

When the fallow fell-wall's Whirlwinds
Wove o'er the waves full fiercely,
And Ægir's storm-glad daughters
Tore, of grim frost begotten.

And the Sea-Peak's Sleipnir slitteth
The stormy breast rain-driven,

The wave, with red stain running
Out of white Rán's mouth.

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from Where the Sea Gives Up Its Dead, released June 12, 2009
Lyrics - Snorri Sturluson

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