The dwarf Lonner and his brothers laid down their weapons, but raised their cups,

Twenty years of war finally came to an end here,

Blood mixed with mead in people's mouths,

Blood oaths and friendship are back under the warband.

Björn! Björn!

The warriors shouted the name of the warrior,

It was as if he lifted up the heavens and gave all things a breath.

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The tribes sank into the silence, in order to gather up their strength,

And the dwarves and naughty ghosts set foot in the forest to the west,

The cold winter wind swept through every tree,

The whistling sound is like a thorn made of silk,

The wolves nested on broken trees and fed on the cattle sacrificed to the gods,

The wolf king Tolov hovered over the mountain of bones, staring at the weak humans,

The brown bear is as weak as a sheep.

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"I want armor made of its skin, it's incredibly solid armor!"

Bjorn shouted to Ranner, seemingly having beheaded the Wolf King.

"Then its flesh and bones are my trophies, naughty!"

And Ranner excitedly tapped his shield, as if he were the excited wolf king.

"Then it's settled, dwarf!"

Comrades-in-arms entrust their backs to each other,

And the axe blade is an endless source of that power.

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The warrior fought with the wolf for three days and three nights, and finally calmed down.

Tyr and Thor will protect the souls of those warriors,

And the indomitability of the two is enough for them to overcome everything they want,

Björn cut himself out of the other's belly, covered in blood and wounds,

And Lonner's muscles snapped out, and the hard shield almost fell to pieces,

Trotov's eyes rolled to the ground, his limbs were broken,

And its long tongue was cut off as a reward for both.

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The soil in the south is so fertile, so warm,

But they couldn't reclaim what the warriors needed,

Crops are planted in the barren north, but they can't cross that area.

for rotting and withering, winding around every plant,

No salt, no war, no animals,

Only thorns and dead trees grow on this southern land.

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The world of wet and cold swamps and blizzards,

Every foot that comes out is a huge block of ice,

The frost giants will bring the cold to the earth, trying to annihilate everything with the cold,

And Odin will bring warmth, and that's how spring comes,

Humanity relies on Loki's gift and holds the power of fire,

Frey, on the other hand, bestows the gift of abundance to keep life in the north in the cold winter.

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Hunted nine wild boars alone, and then hung the robbers on the road upside down from the trees,

Björn offered wild boars to the sun, and disemboweled,

"Great God of Plenty, I offer you a sacrifice!

How can I make the suffering of my people disappear? ”

The sun and light shine on the earth, and the weeds and crops look at the sky together,

"Collect a bag of darkness with me, and that land will heal naturally!"

The sack, as bright as day, fell in front of Björn.

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"The strong conquer the weak, but the weak never stop!

Light swallows up darkness, but darkness follows everywhere!

The great God of Plenty, in the bag, is darkness! ”

The cloth bag went out and turned into black decorative dirt,

And the land of the south has faded to black,

The greenery spreads across the continent, and the wild deer run on it,

The bounty has come, and the curse of the nightmare is gone.

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The water is clear and cold, and there is no trace of drying up,

The pastures are fat and juicy, and the earth is no longer corrupt,

The granary is full and overflowing, and there is no more dwarf nest,

The child is crying and waiting to be fed, and there is no cry of starvation,

The woman is strong and beautiful, and there is no more thin body,

There is a steady stream of fighters, and there is no more attrition of the sick and weak,

Eventually, the blacksmith built the weapon, and there was no more peace ballad.