“We gained rivers of blood for the ravenous wolf
ample food for the yellow footed fowl
There the hard iron sung upon the loft helmets
The whole ocean was one wound.
A raven waded in the blood of the slain”
- Krákumál (Death Song of Ragnar Lodbrok)
So if you steal the land of a [Northern]man
Then you shall know this curse
Your first born son’s warm blood will run
Upon the [Northern] earth