In the garden there we found it,

The king had sought high and low,

Searched all the world,

To the land of foes,

To the land of friends,

To the lands beyond,

And to the depths below,

But he found it naught,

Defeated,

Sunken,

And beaten,

He returned home to his kingdom,

His castle on the shore,

Yet he showed that he had done it,

Yet a lie still,

He went to the garden,

Accepting the cycle of his fate,

When he found it,

A tiny one,

Barely noticeable to the eye,

The bringing of doom,

Ragnarök unfolded,

The end to all that is his paradise,

There it was,

A tiny,

Tiny,

Tiny,

Snake,

And he laughed a great laugh,

It was here all along,

And the weight fell when he crushed it,

The garden was free,

The quest was over,

The king was free.