Him the wolf shall eat The hoar traverser of the heath His mother then shall on his death Bemourn the life without control One shall hunger destroy And the cruel drive away One shall the spear lay prostate Where war doth crush a soul One shall void of light And pass this life With his hands grope; With his breath fight Sick with sinew-wounds His pain, bewails In mind afflicted One shall in the forest, from a high tree Wingless fall, Hover in air! One shall void of light And pass this life With his hands grope With his breath fight To Earth he shall no longer be The wild tree's fruit When he to the root Shall sink with life exhausted Of soul bereft Shall fall on the earth His soul be on his journey