Alone I wage war, / wounded by steel, wounded by swords. / Weary of war, weary of blades. / I battle often. All I see / is savage fighting. No assistance will come / for my cursed self, ere I demise / amidst men. But the enemy strikes me / with sharp edges: smiths made those / with mighty hammers. They batter me in cities. / I shall abide the meeting of foes. / Among healers I never met / in men's towns those who with herbs / could heal my wounds. But the wounds and cuts / become wider through death-blows / day and night.
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Alone I wage war, / wounded by steel,
wounded by swords. / Weary of war,
weary of blades. / I battle often.
All I see / is savage fighting.
No assistance will come / for my cursed self,
ere I demise / amidst men.
But the enemy strikes me / with sharp edges:
smiths made those / with mighty hammers.
They batter me in cities. / I shall abide
the meeting of foes. / Among healers
I never met / in men's towns
those who with herbs / could heal my wounds.
But the wounds and cuts / become wider
through death-blows / day and night.