Many such riches,
treasures from ancient times, lay in that earth-house,
an immense legacy of a noble nation…
The high, bold helmet, skillfully wrought with gold,
will lose its gold plating, while those assigned to polish
the war-masks have long departed in the sleep of death.
So also the mail-coat, which came through fierce fighting,
the sharp biting of blades, in the clashing of shields,
decays like the warrior.
Then the monster began to spew forth flames,
Burning bright dwellings; light from fires shot up,
While the men watched in horror.
With courage I will win
A reward of gold treasures, or your king will be torn
Away from his people in a frightful slaughter.