Ursa's Story and the fall of the East Hall
Pagoda lined halls under the Eastern Mountain the ribs of Sachu that we made beautiful breathed our breath terraced gardens the light of Skeldag friend of Oarth
Oldest stone writ the first highest hall The gate there was kept by wise strong kin Who could not stem the flood red
Kama's bell, never before, rang Mother and children Father and grandparents Fight and flee Fight and flee Fight and flee
Hob armor and kant while the wise strong Stood the highest hall falling I took up my spear My leg was pierced yet I cut thrice them Kama's children carried me to the way to the south but not to the sea