The Runes on Weland’s Sword

A Smith makes me 
To betray my Man 
In my first fight. 

To gather Gold 
At the world's end 
I am sent. 

The Gold I gather 
Comes into England 
Out of deep water. 

Like a shining Fish 
Then it descends 
Into deep Water. 

It is not given 
For goods or gear 
But for the Thing. 

The Gold I gather 
A King covets 
For an ill use. 

The Gold I gather 
Is drawn up
Out of deep water. 

Like a shining Fish 
Then it descends 
Into deep Water. 

It is not given 
For goods or gear 
But for the Thing.

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