Before thy years did come to be
‘ere the herald star shone
thy mother didst choose thy name
and where wouldst be thy throne

Thy father did in battle fall–
‘twas gone ‘ere thou wast bourne
his last words spoke, just ‘ere dawn
keep my son from scorn

The library and records did I keep
and sought to teach thee well–
in time, revealed the ancient tomes
and did the secrets tell

And so, my prince, the day did come,
manhood on thy shoulders laid,
wi’ thy father’s blade didst thou sing–
his enemies all did pay