The garments of the skies against the voice
Of the Black Ghost Cru-Lodin’s circle keeps?
Why hast thou lifted with a scowl thy brow?
Or wherefore shakest thou aloft thy spear?
Little I dread thy words, thou Shadowy One!
I fled not from an army in the field,
Why flee before the Offspring of the Winds?
The Valiant Brave, the King of Lofty Bens,
He shall not flee! He knows, though he has not
Been there, the frailty of thine arm in war.”