The Feast at Glasir

Raging war on the battlefield When suddenly a great ache appeared Out in the plains on the dirt did I fall Then great wings brought me here to Sigtyr's halls At the great feast at Glasir The mead of Heidrun is consumed Spend no thought on future battles Drink now while the Glasir blooms One by one my brothers arrive They all appear worn down from the fight We welcome them: 'Grab a bite, rest your feet. Come settle down, have a drink of this mead.' At the great feast at Glasir The mead of Heidrun is consumed Spend no thought on future battles Drink now while the Glasir blooms