human
On the heath the bear I'll waken, From the pines the wide-toothed monster, That he may destroy thy geldings, And that he thy mares may slaughter, And that he may kill thy cattle, And that he thy cows may scatter. I'll with sickness slay thy people, And thy race will wholly slaughter, 330 That so long as shines the moonlight, In the world no more 'tis mentioned.