Hated are they who claim the land
Beloved they who offer more
The hand must labour for the head
The treasure await the hoard
Greedy are they who are taken by gold
There must be reward for the merciful
Deep are the deadly waves
What is hidden shall be long
The holly must be burned
A dead man's plenty must be shared
Ships nailed tight, a guard bound fast
Old words held within
A shield must be for the fighters
The shaft for the reaver
Ocean water swarms with salt
A tree must stand in the earth
