Eyes misted over,
The evil beast sighs,
Gazing at the blood-stained clover
And watching the one who tells no lies.

No more will he plunder,
No more is his ship,
No more beasts will fall under
His long sinew whip.

The young goodbeast,
Once a slave,
Raises his sword,
Eyes hard and brave.

The evil beast cringes,
His last breath of life,
As he watches the sword,
Too weak to hold up his knife.

No more will he pillage,
No more will he steal,
No more burning village,
No shortage of meals.

Good will always win,
Evil will always pay,
No more will they sin,
For that's what the fates say.