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 see, 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.



"This is my hour. Do you not know death when you see it? Die now!"