Herva

Warrior, thus, with falsehood wild, Seek’st thou to deceive thy child?— Sure as Odin doom’d thy fall, And hides thee in this silent hall, Here sleeps the Sword.—Pale Chief, resign That, which is by birthright mine! Fear’st thou, spirit of my sire, At thy only child’s desire, Glorious heritage to yield, Conquest in the deathful field?