Six Kings have ruled in Hayholt's broad halls Six masters have stridden her mighty stone walls Six mounds on the cliff over deep Kynslagh-bay Six kings will sleep there until Doom's final day. Fingil first, named the Bloody King Flying out of the North on war's red wing Hjeldin his son, the Mad King dire Leaped to his death from the haunted spire Ikferdig next,the Burned King hight He met the fire-drake by dark of night Three northern kings, all dead and cold The North rules no more in lofty Hayholt The Heron King Sulis, called Apostate Fled Nabban, but in Hayholt he met his fate