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