Wilhelm, Wilhelm, slayer of Gods,
Glorious Wilhelm, his blade so broad,
To kill Kanarok, bringer of war,
To kill Kanarok, to strike through the facade,
Wilhelm, Wilhelm, son of a smith,
His father forged a blade, that of a myth,
An army came, of a great lord,
A grand soldier, he did pith,
Wilhelm, Wilhelm, general of many,
He had reached at the age of twenty,
Lord Haku had made him a noble,
A leader of plenty,
Wilhelm, Wilhelm, stood in the battlefield,
Finally, in grief, he had kneeled,
He cried to Kanarok,
“Why must it be the sword which I wield?”
Wilhelm Wilhelm, on a great journey,
To Kanarok, he would show no mercy,
He traveled to the center of our realm,
Through hardship, he was worthy,
Wilhelm, Wilhelm, he stepped into the light,
Kanarok was waiting, ready to fight,
He lunged towards him, his stance so strong,
He lunged towards him, to kill in spite,
Wilhelm Wilhelm, fought for a year,
Coming back with glad tidings for all to hear,
He had slain the giant god Kanarok,
Only for him to disappear,
Wilhelm, Wilhelm, the true Godslayer,
A legend indeed, he had done us a favor,
Never to be forgotten,
Wilhelm von Godslayer.