No man or woman or beast can you trust,
For here in this world your gains do they lust.
Though faith may bring back what joys you've behaved.
There's time enough for the Earth in a grave.
The riddle of steel shall bring you your name,
A sword for a god and the wins that he claimed.
Though you may slay the snakes of this Earth,
Thank them at least for giving you birth.
A valorous crown sits hard on you now,
Resting from ware on a dark troubled brow.
Soon you might die on your horse by a glaive,
There's time enough for the Earth in a grave!