I caladcholy, excalibur, socht's sword, glorm glas,
Beater and biter
I mournblade, stormbringer, cruadin
I am the sword with which siegfried slew the dragon

I may lie aeons in the bottom of a lake or dwell in a
Netherworld cave in ameeron

I caladcholy, excalibur
I will drink your soul from the depleted chalice
That is nothing more than the shell of a man where once stood a mythical champion