The spear-god shared
Spoil with me,
My oath was to Odin,
He gave me aid:
Now that maker of [bad word] only mocks me,
Voids all my victories,
That breaker of vows

I'll make offerings to Odin,
Though not in eagerness,
I'll make my soul's sacrifice,
Not suffer silently:
Though this friend has failed me,
Fellow of gods,
To his credit [bad word] me [bad word] 
That wolf-killer, that warrior
God, well seasoned in war
Bestowed a bounty
Not to be bettered:
To my art he added
One other gift,
heart that held
Not craft only: hatred!

The end is all
Even now
High on the headland
Hel stands and waits,
Life fades, I must fall
And face my own end
Not in misery and morning,
But with a man's heart

-- Egil's Saga
(Translated by Herman Palsson and Paul Edwards)