A lonely man on a lonely journey  Bewildering ways he rode  The heavens did not treat him fairly  And the winds did chill him to the bones    Through icy storms and dim-lit moonlight  His search would never end  His hauberk shone brighter than any sun  His sword was adorned with purest of gold  A woollen cloak covered his weary face  A face frostbitten and old    His fearless steed he held most dearly  No beast was ever so bold  It's snow-white mane with lustre shone  And it's hoofs never touched the ground    His deeds in strife he cheerfully remembered  In battle he rejoiced  Never before had he met his match  Many a time strivings he aroused