Crafted by the sons of Ivald, Once guarded in a temple, Reflecting the morning sun, Now a tool in the hands of the Norns. Whoever wields it rules the world! Given to him by a stranger Vitellius owned the sword Hailing him as emperor Eventually meaning his downfall Whoever wields it will meet his end! "Flung by fate, Into the hands of a German soldier He cut off Vitellius' head With the sacred sword" Wherever he and his sword were found Victory on the battlefield was assured Time passed by The Scourge of God held the blade Assuring victory upon victory Until Ildico helped fate Whoever wields it rules the world!