In wicker waits water-meat, helpless in trout trap
Hungry the hunter, now tempted and thief
Saexbeohrt suck-teeth at wreck of his work
Spoor sought the little man, fewmets to follow
Bear at bay taken and spearwise slain
Wistan the warrior, of bruin the bane
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Came out of cavern, the call of the wight
Older and darker, a thing of the night
Wulfs the wounded Wystan bore
Even unto Gefnhame door
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whence small thegn and Big Sweyon
with stout pair of wulfs in train
set forth to war once again
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at fail of light strode out the wight
Hate heavy the sun folk to fight
who lightless lurked in deep of night
Cunning to waylay, their scheme soon astray
Stone smashing linden, splintering Ash
Shield burg beaten back and badly
hurting humans carried home again
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Wisest women on wounded working
Halls heroes healed anew
Herewulf and Thorwulf, Wistan and Sweyn
Svipdag the Sweon all followed their Thegn
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Sworded and shielded shiny in torchlight
Grimly ingoing and ready the smite
Through dark and deep they resolute creep
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From slumber to anger the beast did then lumber
Brutal the swinging stone of the shambler
doomed by the Deguth of Day, deadly salmon price to pay
hail of hate, wiped clean the slate
its final strain, last revenge to gain
from skull to spill, the brain of thegn
Solely through Ingwe, that made it in vain.