Whence in the time of hate and greed
Of hellish breath made manifest
A curse upon the world would feed
Challenging souls of men to test

For in them lay the spark of faith
Though few or none could kindle such
There-in also dwelt a wraith
Set loose their fears for all to touch

Its carapace like coils of steel
And toothy maw an endless well
Reflected all their weapons reeled
And swallowed whole their heroes fell

And thus the serpent bled the land
And as much it did the sea
From productive furrows to barren sand
From thriving waters to morbid sea

To their gods the people prayed
The few remained alive to tell
For a hero born no fear could sway
A soul to battle this wrath of hell

The lords of old regarded all
The world in ruin and in plight
And forged a soul with iron maul 
To set for all the world to rights

On some forgotten field would meet
The serpent and the young Donar
When battle joined their blows replete
Laid low the land and mountains far

For no ephemeral mind could grasp
The powers brought to bear that day
A rapture of destruction’s clasp
Would heaven or hell be left to say

For all the day and through the night
Snapping jaws and thunderous blows
The serpent felt his righteous smite
Thrown back onto the dark below

For each attack a fierce reply
The serpent faced its end
To sea it slunk though save or die
The hammer blows to fend

Eire it went Donar would go
Through tempest, quake, or hell
The final thrust of venom flow
And both therein to fell

Never since a man so brave
The world would ever know
The beast he felled and life he gave
To the waters far below