We watch the weary warrior / walk out the castle gates
To places unprotected / where a person dares not tread.
His companions cry bitterly / when no further can they come,
For he is bright and blinding / and single-minded as his blade.
So the wind walks at his side, / for who dares take its place?
Admiration and adoration / alone cannot keep us safe.
We celebrate our champion / and cherish every word
Of songs and stories shared. / But sorrow haunts him still:
The whale-road does not welcome him / the wer-road is not his now:
Monsters he has met / and mingled with too well.