The Slaying of Skeggi Songtext
von Down I Go

Over battle, Ogress ran the red
Blood of the serving-man. Tore off his head.
Her deadly iron mouth did gape.
Tore off his head and let out life.

Treefoot, treefoot, foot of tree,
Trolls take thee and thy company.
Treefoot, treefoot! (???)


I distrust this version of events.
Let Grettis face the music now.
Over rations, Grettis ran the red
Blood of the serving-man. Opened his throat.

Will you go back home?
He must be tried. Skeggi avenged.
Or stay gone three winters?
Must be outlawed.
Lift the stone!
Grettir′s heave!

It was said a rock-troll, her weight did throw
Into Skeggi's throat a short while ago.
Grettis outlawed!
Grettis outlawed!