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Regin the Smith
Will you not now listen
To he that shall now sing,
With many cunning words
Of many a treasured king?
Grani bore the gold across the heath.
When wrath released his sword from sheath,
Sigfrid defeated the dragon grim.
Grani bore the gold across the heath.
Hunding’s sons went to war
And laid their foes so low.
Poison was there in the blade
That met me blow for blow.
Fafnir is the dragon’s name
That claims the Glittering Heath.
Regin is a skillful blacksmith,
Seldom does his loyalty bequeath.
He was seen on the fields of war
In rage many men did fell.
He tore up the trunks of oaks;
And sent men straight to Hel.
Below the eastern burial mound,
Where the heroes finally meet
Dark the sorrowful day
When laid within the peat.
A man came forward on the field
None his name did know.
He wore a wide hat on his head
In his hand a Finnish bow.
A man came forward on the field
Wrathful to draw his sword at last.
He had on his head but one true eye
And his leggings were buckled fast.
The wyrm is gone from his golden hoard
Or so I have heard it told.
Sigfrid mounted Grani’s back
And made ready his steed for the road.
Grani bore the gold across the heath.
When wrath released his sword from sheath,
Sigfrid defeated the dragon grim.
Grani bore the gold across the heath.
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