Your ugly horror
Could turn steel to rust
If I look at you
I'll turn to dust
If it is you
That I must fight
My sword in hand
My eyes shut tight
Others have tried
I know not who
They did not succeed
In killing you
I will attempt
Until my demise
To strike at you
Without my eyes
If I should fail
To return with your head
The king will be mad
And order me dead
But I will succeed
To kill you, the beast
And when I go home
I'll have a grand feast