Dream- Cuts through armor

But he tries once more to cut me down

With a twist, a leer, and an evil frown.

But I shuffle left and I shuffle right,

And strike a blow with all my might.

And through helmet, hauberk, shield, and breast,

My blade it cuts from east to west.

Faster than falcon stoops to prey

My blade it cuts that fiend away.

O boastful lord of this ancient tree,

What a fool you were to mess with me,

B11 Epilouge