A further example of Ljóðaháttr metre, this short poem was written for a Winter’s Night festival at which the god of winter, Ullr, was honoured with a simple feast. The hunting god is one of the deities by whom oaths were sworn (along with Thor and Frey, with the goddess Vor specialising in marriage oaths).

Wolf-pawed I prowl.                     Past prince of Asgard,

Regaled with rings and wreathed in furs

Oath witness I.                              Wild words in winter

By Gunn's mount garnered like gold.

To Vor are vows made;                  Sweet vines she tends.

To Thor thoughts flow when duty calls.

Fair Frey follows:                           Frith 'twixt friends forged,

Wolf's portion is promises made in pain.

Death-deals drawn,                        Dire times demand them.

Harken to the howling at Hall's door!

Silence my gift;                                 Survival your debt,

In the Wolf Age met at winter's edge.