Capítulo 338: Kin Of Gullveig, The Völva Of Greed & Intoxicating Power

"The war I remember, | the first in the world,

When the gods with spears | had smitten Gullveig,

And in the hall | of Hor had burned her,

Three times burned, | and three times born,

Oft and again, | yet ever she lives.

Heith they named her | who sought their home,

The wide-seeing witch, | in magic wise;

Minds she bewitched | that were moved by her magic,

To evil women | a joy she was.

On the host his spear | did Othin hurl,

Then in the world | did war first come;

The wall that girdled | the gods was broken,

And the field by the warlike | Wanes was trodden.

Then sought the gods | their assembly-seats,

The holy ones, | and council held,

Whether the gods | should tribute give,

Or to all alike | should worship belong.

Then sought the gods | their assembly-seats,

The holy ones, | and council held,

To find who with venom | the air had filled,