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106 ARNLJOT GELLINE
Calm the cross under
They stood.
The sign from on high
Raised up their courage;
Heaven itself descended
To shield!
All toward the King looked,
Massed them together,
For a sign the King lifted
His sword:
<©n; on} Kings men,
Cross-men, Christ-men!”’
Cut through the darkness
Like fire.
But the pack of Berserkers,
Like wolves in their madness,
Flung themselves all shieldless
Forward,
Fell, while others followed,
Slew, were slain also,
Furious over the corpses
They leaped,
Made themselves a death-track,
More not demanding,
Fell, but ever others
Came on.
The King’s little army
Lessened drew together,
Too great were their losses
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