What thirsts without ceasing, no slaking to follow? What wholeness rebukes and what shimmer condemns? A silent sword standing unmoved in a corner; A shield resting whole against armour undimmed.
What steel demands tribute, an oath ever wanting? What creature reproves and what leather cries out? A hauberk and helmet no more gone a-warring; A horse standing still and a harness unworn.
What sound becomes torment, to anguish the sleeper? What vision disturbs and what mem'ries denounce? A battle horn winding away beyond reaching; A field far beyond in a time snatched away.
What wound burns the deepest, no healing to soothe it? What tether cuts deep and what debt goes unpaid? A wounded soul torn from its fellows a-marching; A body cut down from the heart's will this day.
What eyes turn away, unwilling, from battle? What spirit enraged and what agony borne? A fighter denied the true path of his calling; A wolf left behind -- gone a-hunting no more.