So Saith the Song of Sigurd - The Soil Bleeds Black
Out then went sigurd
The great kings' well-loved
From the speech and the sorrow
Sore drooping so grieving
Sore drooping so grieving
That the shirt round about him
Of iron tings woven
From the sides brake asunder
Out then went sigurd
The great kings' well-loved
From the speech and the sorrow
Sore drooping so grieving