The Volodreth

The Volodreth

1. Haer all, and tarrie not in vain to heede

the tale of woe and valliante gallantry

hwer evile Twergalle twrenhed* alle the weste

'til manne and womanne ran of feere impraessede 

and fiere maelded men dearthin* theyr halles

and naughte but fewe remained, Haeldwynnen* spalles

2. The evile wyrme lae fast in Ghennendurme*                                                      

and aet drovinnen* baebes in luncheone terme                                                   

'til naught but Aerdenvaelle, in Baeyrden heighte

did daere to grappele withe the wyrms deep meighte. 

His teethe like spaeres paerced flesh, his claws crushede bone,

and fearesome gaze turned alle his foes to stoene. 

3. The sonne of Daervenn, Viktyr gaeve his worde

that manne and wommane naerdnte* take theyr swordes

and mountede his own maere, Haergavanasse

and stoewaede his righteous blade, Queltalatas

His faether wepte and kissed his bravest sonne

who only thene was Manne at Halavonne*

but bowed his heade, and let his young manne passe

who boundede in his younge heroic chasse.

4. But Tuuluras, his faethers ailing Yaul*

did stoppe the boy ere he could thru the walle,

and nointede him with oilen yaulek staffe*

his saddenede cries yette turned into a laughe:

"To alle haere who yet wondere, know you this:

our misrie may yet reshaepe into bliss

If Viktyr Baeyrd can braeve the fearsomme fiere,

and not fromme Twergalles wretched gaze expiere,

Oure people will yet find a home alwayye

and righteouse bounty fromme our lande will staye."

5. Yette with a bounde, younge Viktyr set abroade

and seven tryches* eastwarde he corrawde*

'til soone the Shaedow mounts above did loome

and cold the winds did blowe, cold as his tombe.

"well met!" a strangere criede from cliffs above,

and beckonede to younge Viktyr, haerde thereof

6. A slovene beggare