Upp skulum órum sverðum,
Let us raise our swords,
Ulfs tannlituðr, glitra;
Wolf's tooth-painters, as they shine;
Eigum dáð at drýgja
Let us perform brave deeds
Í dalmiskunn fiska.
Now that the fish of the valleys1 thrive.2
Leiti upp til Lundar,
Each shall seek out Lund,
Lýða hverr sem bráðast;
Every man, in a hurry;
Gerum þar fyr setr sólar
There before the setting sun, we will
Seið ófagran vigra.
Make a loud clashing of spears.
Farit hefk blóðgum brandi,
I have gone with a bloody sword,
mér benþiðurr fylgði,
The bird of carrion3 followed me,
ok gjallanda geiri,
And a howling spear,
gangr vas harðr af víkingum.
In the swift Viking charge.
Gerðum reiðir róstur,
We fought furious battles,
Rann eldr of sjǫt manna;
Fire ran through men's homes;
Létum blóðga búka
We made bloody bodies
Í borghliði sœfask.
Slain by the city gates.