What is the fish that runs in the flood And itself from ill cannot save If thy head thou wouldst from hell redeem Find me the water's flame If thou seekest still To live in the land of men What payment is set for the sons Of men who war with lying words That one to another utters Now shall the gold bring their d**h To brothers twain And evil be For a maid shall kinsmen clash Heroes unborn thereby shall be I deem To hatred doomed The gold so red shall i rule So long as i shall live Nought of fear for thy threats i feel Gifts ye gave but ye gave not kindly Gave not with hearts that were whole Your lives ere this should ye all have lost