He who strove to conquer all

To see the weak and strong man fall

To undue the beauty of a song

With creatures which remain unborn

A cry of anguish from afar

The summons of the golden star

Lone rider from a land unknown

To heed the call and stop the storm

Death the cry and death the deed

Alone he stood before them

Quivers drained as arrows rained

And none were feathered for him

The horn of Arnon filled the air

The mountains beaten crumbled

Dark host was smitten to their knees

And every steed theirs stumbled

Arnon charged and cut the brood

A path of blood so frightening

By his hands smote spear and sword

From his eyes pierced lightening

On the hill and down in dale

In every forest fortress

Found them all and all were found

Each wearing Arnon's blood crest

The birds came feasting early morn

They sat upon the table

Laden wares he always shares