Bjarter af ljósi, bjarter af eldi. Ég bið þig að sýna mér dreka ela - Fire of breath, fire of light. I ask you to show me the way
Koma frá langt og nær, sumar kindur fyrir vini mína að éta - Bring from far and near, some sheep for my friends to eat
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