Whet the steel, the raven croaks!

Light the torch, Zernebock is yelling!

Whet the steel, sons of the Dragon!

Kindle the torch, daughter of Hengist!

The black cloud is low over the thane’s castle

The eagle screams⁠—he rides on its bosom.

Scream not, grey rider of the sable cloud,

Thy banquet is prepared!