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Wind we, wind swiftly Our warwinning woof. Woof erst for king youthful Foredoomed as his own, Forth now we will ride, Then through the ranks rushing Be busy where friends Blows blithe give and take. Wind we, wind swiftly Our warwinning woof, After that let us steadfastly Stand by the brave king; Then men shall mark mournful Their shields red with gore, How Swordstroke and Spearthrust Stood stout by the prince. WIND WE WIND SWIFTLY OUR WAR WINNING WOLF WOLF ERST FOR KING YOUTHFUL FOREDOOMED AS HIS OWN FORTH NOW WE WILL RIDE THEN THROUGH THE RANKS RUSHING BE BUSY WHERE FRIENDS BLOWS BLITHE GIVE AND TAKE WIND WE WIND SWIFTLY OUR WAR WINNING WOOF AFTER THAT LET US STEADFASTLY STAND BY THE BRAVE KING THEN MEN SHALL MARK MOURNFUL THEIR SHIELDS RED WITH GORE OUR SWORD STROKE AND SPEAR THRUSTS STOOD STOUT BY THE PRINCE
indow slit that was in it, and saw that there were women inside, and they had set up a loom. Men's heads were the weights, but men's entrails were the warp and wed, a sword was the shuttle, and the reels were arrows. They sang these songs, and he learnt them by heart-- <b>THE WOOF OF WAR.</b> See! warp is stretched For warriors' fall, Lo! weft in loom 'Tis wet with blood; Now fight foreboding, 'Neath friends' swift fingers, Our gray woof waxeth With war's alarms, Our warp bloodred, Our weft corseblue. This woof is y-woven With entrails of men, This warp is hardweighted With heads of the slain, Spears blood-besprinkled For spindles we use, Our loom ironbound, And arrows our reels; With swords for our shuttles This war-woof we work; So weave we, weird sisters, Our warwinning woof. Now War-winner walketh To weave in her turn. Now Swordswinger steppeth, Now Swiftstroke, now Storm; When they speed the shuttle How spear-heads shall flash! Shields crash, and helmgnawer├Č On harness bite hard!  THE WOLF OF WAR FROM BRENU YA'S SAGA OR THE STORY OF BURNT NARD TRANSLATION BY GEORGE W DESCENT READ FOR LIVEROCK STODORG BY HEAVEN FORTY THREE BLOBE DE LA CAN'SE END ON WORD PRESS DOG COM SEE WARP IS STRETCHED FOR WARRIORS FALL LO WEFT ILLUME TIS WET WITH BLOOD NOW FIGHTFULFENDING NEATH FRIEND'S SWIFT FINGERS OUR GRAY WOLF WAXETH WITH WAR'S ALARMS OUR WARP BLOOD RED OUR WEFT COARSE BLUE THIS WOLF IS WHY WOVEN WITH ENTRAILS OF MEN THIS WARP IS HARD WEIGHTED WITH HEADS OF THE SLAIN SPEARS BLOOD BESPRINKLED FOR SPINDLES WE USE OUR LOOM IRON BOUND AND ARROWS OUR REELS WITH SWORDS FOR OUR SHUTTLES THIS WAR WOOF WE WORK SO WEAVE WE WEIRD SISTERS OUR WAR WINNING WOLF NOW WAR WINNOW WALKETH TO WEAVE IN HER TURN NOW SWORD SINGER STEPPETH NOW SWIFT STROKE NOW STORM WHEN THEY SPEED THE SHUTTLE HOW SPEAR HEADS SHALL FLASH SHIELDS CRASH AND HELM NOW ARROW ON HARDNESS BIND
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