Who can find you clear springs of waters, but I can!
 Who can tell you the age of the moon, but I can!
 Who can call the fish from the depths of the sea, yes I can!
 Who can change the shapes of the hills and the headlands, I can!

 I have been a sword in the hand,
 I have been a shield in a fight,
 I have been the string of a harp,
 I can shift my shape like a god.

 Farewell, leave the shore to an ocean wide and untamed
 Hold your shield high, let the wind bring your enemy your nightmare
 By the bane of my blade, a mighty spell is made and
 Far beyond the battle blood shall fall like a hard rain.

[Sample:]
[1. And at the gates the [bad word] rang.]
[2. This is my hour. Do you not know death when you see it € die now!]