“This sword of steel that I hold in my hand.​
Ore of this mountain. A sword of this land.​
Made for a king when the elders were young.​
To guard us and to guide us in an age since long gone.​

A sword to protect the peace in troubled times.​
A sword made to battle and to take a life.​

This sword is the backbone of the life that I know.​
Here among mountains and snow.​

This sword will be one with me. Body and soul.​
All of me will be delivering each blow.​
Slung on my back. Oh, its powers I feel.​
I can hardly wait to try its steel.​

A sword to protect the peace in troubled times.​
A sword made to battle and to take a life.​

This sword is the backbone of the life that I know.​
Here among mountains and snow.​

Behold its sharp beauty. Just look at its shine.​
This sword was forged in fire and ice.​

This sword is the backbone of the life that I know.​
Here among mountains and snow.​
Now I am ready.​
To let this old sword sing again.”