Over battle, Ogress ran the red
Blood of the serving man, tore off his head
Her deadly iron mouth did gape
Tore off his head and let out life
Treefoot, treefoot, foot of tree
Trolls take thee and thy company
Treefoot, treefoot, foot of tree
Trolls take thee and thy company
I distrust this version of events
Let Grettis face the music now
Over rations, Grettis ran the red
Blood of the serving man, opened his throat
Will you go back home?
He must be tried, Skeggi avenged
Or stay gone three winters?
Must be outlawed
Lift the stone
Grettir’s heave
It was said a rock-troll, her weight did throw
Into Skeggi's throat a short while ago
Grettis outlawed
Grettis outlawed