Sun out of White Sea springs
Whale road of the Geats
Their highway to truck and barter
Field of sea-cunning mens decent labours
Northward spreads a stain
Riband of wickedness and despair
Honest traders or new-hungry travellers
Now but Seith brew rowers, Oar-bench beasts
no wyrd save Witch cruelty
like venomous serpent
rides the Eowan Sneak fleet
Northward creeping, on Geat fleet to fall
Surprise complete their King to humble
Shipless as theof to leave.
And yet; from look-out comes a call
Eowan witches turn to find ; Geats!
good shipmen girt with
Sea Timbers; these their wood wrought burgs
Black Pig Spearhafoc Bluefish Osprey
With weaponed warriors full
The four course onwards;
sea-wise the shipmen make them to dance
until the fight is joined; heavy the battle
fortune of war ; unfeeling malice of coven
seith-thralls sends to the realm of Ran
others yet saved; by Ruric the Dane
by fortune freed their one time fellow
Day wanes and slaughter pauses yet plain it shows
Eowan sneak attack can no longer overwhelm
Geatish arms have wrecked a tithe ;
Warriors and witches fallen to weapon rage
Seith-slaves given back their lives
More than threescore futures restored
By the men of Geatland!