This Writing is given me about Northland or Skenland ¹

During the times that our land sank down, was I at Skenland.
There went it thusly.
There were great seas which set themselves out of the ground like a bubble, then split they from one.
Out of the cracks came stuff as if it were glowing iron.⁵

There were mountains the crowns of which tumbled off.
These crashed down and broke woods and throps away.
I myself saw a mountain that was rent off by another.
It sank straight down.
When I afterwards went to look, was there a lake come.¹⁰

When the earth was better, there came a duke from Lindashburgh, with his folk and a maid.
The maid quoth everywhere: The Magy is guilty of all the grief which we have suffered.
They drew ever forward and the host became all the greater.

The Magy fled hence, one found his body, he had fordone himself.
Then were the Finns driven out to their own place, there might they live.¹⁵
There were those of bastard blood.
These might remain, though many went with the Finns.
The duke was chosen to be king.

The churches which remained were torn down.
Since then, come the good Northmen often to Texland for the Mother’s advice.²⁰
Though we might not hold them for true Frya’s people.

In the Denmarks, is it surely gone as with us.
The seamen who proudly call themselves seafighters, are gone aboard ship and afterwards are they gone back.
Hail!