I have known the arcane lore
On strange roads such visions met
That I have no fear nor concern
For hatred and obstacles of this world

By stone-shooed wanderer I am taught
My visions from fiery eyed iron-armed chanter
I know how to fight, I know how to sing
I know hot to bend, I know how to break

I've not grown weary on lengthy roads
On strange lands not gone astray
Such is the knowledge cast in me
Such is the knowledge, such are the skills

I know how to fight
I know how to sing
I know the way
 [bad word] is said to befall me
It has [bad word] to pass
I've conquered all who stood on my way
And drowned the snakes of death

Because of treason I now shall leave
Because of my blood burning my soul
And now I raise this flaming sword
Towards darkness, against everyone