A lonely man on a lonely journey

Bewildering ways he rode

The heavens did not treat him fairly

And the winds did chill him to the bones



Through icy storms and dim-lit moonlight

His search would never end

His hauberk shone brighter than any sun

His sword was adorned with purest of gold

A woollen cloak covered his weary face

A face frostbitten and old



His fearless steed he held most dearly

No beast was ever so bold

It's snow-white mane with lustre shone

And it's hoofs never touched the ground



His deeds in strife he cheerfully remembered

In battle he rejoiced

Never before had he met his match

Many a time strivings he aroused