Driven by thirst for revenge Sigurd and his men set sail They encountered a storm raised by withcraft; The work of the sons of Hunding "Hier op de schepen zijn Sigurd en ik De winden drijven ons voort in de dood De steile brekers besteigeren de boorden De zeehengsten zinken hoe heet de vrager?" "Hnikar hétu mig, þá er eg Hugin gladdi, Völsungr ungi, Og vegið hafði. Nú máttu kalla Karl af bjargi Feng eða Fjölni, Far vil eg þiggja." Lyngvi fell under Sigurd's sword A blood eagle carved on his back So he died in great valour Thus Sigmund was avenged