"The Ornamented Sword, Forged on The Anvil, The Razor Sharp Blade Stained With Blood, Shears Through The Boar-Crested Helmets of The Enemy. We Shielded Our Heads In The Fight., When Soldiers Clashed on Foot, Slashed At Boar-Crests. And His Head Was Guarded By The Gleaming Helmet Which Was To Explore The Churning Waters, Stir Their Depths; Gold Decorated It, And It Was Hung Around With Chains As The Weapon-Smith Had Wrought It Long Before, Wondrously Shaped It And Beset It With Boar Images, So That Afterwards No Battle-Blade Could Do It Damage"