The heavy boat lay quietly at the banknWith weapons and fur drapesnWaves gently liftednand waves gently sunknVery closely yet until far into the distancenon every tree and every stonenthere the crows and crows in multitudes satnAnd greeted him with cawing and screamsnnThe wolves trotted along the banknand howled the entire nightnSo they met everyonenSo they thought hisnThey thought the blood and the battlenthe power and the honor, the couragenthey thought its eyes fully firenand fully the youthful glownnIt heard the lies of the cross probablynyet it never believed them.nFaithful, it stood only to Wotan alonenbefore it, it only sank its headnfor it was a servant of the acesnto fight and for it readynhe carried Donar´s hammer with dignity and pridenlike its ancestors long time agonnThe last battle was struck for itnone bedded it on its boatnthe dispute ax yet firmly in the handsnAnd nobly yet into death.nThe wolves crunched the cablesnin flames, it drove on the seanand the last heir of the crownWalhalla´s hero army enterednnFor it was a servant of the acesnto fight and for it readynit carried fully would become Donar´s hammer and pridenhow already its ancestors long time ago