And three fell characters below,
Fury and Lust and restless Woe.
E’en as I wound, I straight unwind
This fatal spell, if you are kind.
GERD:
Now hail, now hail, you warrior bold!
Take, take this cup of crystal cold,
And quaff the pure metheglin old.
Yet deemed I ne’er that love could bind
To vana-youth my hostile mind.