In the feast I foresee
Rare the relics for me;
Red the drink, white the bones.

The ravens sit greeding,
And watching, and heeding;
Thoro' wind, over water,
Comes scent of the slaughter,
And ravens sit greeding
Their share of the bones.

Thoro' wind, thoro' weather,
We're sailing together;
I sail with the ravens;
I watch with the ravens;
I snatch from the ravens
My share of the bones."

There was also a man called Thord [241], in a ship that lay near the
King's; and he too dreamed a dream. He saw the fleet nearing land,
and that land was England. And on the land was a battle-array two-
fold, and many banners were flapping on both sides. And before the
army of the landfolk was riding a huge witch-wife upon a wolf; the
wolf had a man's carcase in his mouth, and the blood was dripping and
dropping from his jaws; and when the wolf had eaten up that carcase,
the witch-wife threw another into his jaws; and so, one after another;
and the wolf cranched and swallowed them all. And the witch-wife sang
this song:

"The green waving fields