Hel cockrel

On a hill there sat, | and smote on his harp,Eggther the joyous, | the giants' warder;Above him the cock | in the bird-wood crowed,Fair and red | did Fjalar stand.Then to the gods | crowed Gollinkambi,He wakes the heroes | in Othin's hall;And beneath the earth | does another crow,The rust-red bird | at … Continue reading Hel cockrel