Only the weak believe, 
that what they do in battle, 
is who the are as men 

Far in the north neath hills of stone 
in caverns black there was a throne, 
by flame encircled there the smoke 
in coiling collumns rose to choke. 

Slowly his shadow like a cloud 
rode from the north and on the proud 
that would not yield his vengance fell; 
to death or thraldom under [bad word] 

With fire and sword [bad word] red 
and all that would not bow the head 
like lightning fell the northern land 
lay groaning neath his ghastly hand.