He has spoken
Bridge has broken
Foe has fallen
Not yet vanquished.
Lash is whirling
'Mid smoke swirling
'Round him curling
Pulls him down.
Grasps sword flying
Still defying
With death vying
Hews his foe.
To evil clinging
Blue steel ringing
Death blows bringing
Quenched is flame.
Mountains shaking
Doom awaking
Shadow breaking
Casts him down.
Near death lying
Memory flying
Yet undying
He returns.
- Elvellon Ringsbane