Let loose the hounds of war, The whirling swords! Send them leaping afar, Red in their thirst for war; Odin laughs in his car At the screaming of the swords!
Far let the white-ones fly, The whirling swords! [Afar off the ravens spy]1 Death-shadows cloud the sky. Let the wolves of the Gael die 'Neath the screaming swords!
[The]2 Shining Ones yonder High in Valhalla Shout now, with thunder: Drive the Gaels under, Cleave them asunder -- Swords of Valhalla!
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