Nidhöggr
She saw a hall standing, far from the sun,
in Náströnd;
its doors are northward turned,
venom-drops fall in through its apertures:
entwined is that hall with serpent's backs.
She there saw wading
the sluggish streams
bloodthirsty men and perjurers,
and him who the ear beguiles of another's wife.
There Nidhöggr sucks the corpses of the dead;
the wolf tears men.
Do you still seek to know?