Ormagardskvedi - Wardruna

Eigi hugðak orma

At aldrlagi mínu;

Verðr mjök mörgu sinni

Þats minnst varir sjálfan

Gnyðja mundu grísir

Ef galtar hag vissi

Mér er gnótt at grandi

Grafa inn rönum sínum

Ok harðliga hváta

Hafa mik sogit, ormar;

Nú munk nár af bragði

Ok nær dýrum deyja

Have no concept of worms

At my age;

Will be very many times

The least lasts itself

Pig would remember

If boars benefit knew

I have plenty to eat

Dig into their bushes

Ok hot urge

Have me sucked, snakes;

Now the monk catches a taste

Ok closer animals die