Torvald, the Dwarven Toast-Smith

In these times our world has been plunged into night but the legends say a champion shall take up the fight. With my help, this champion will return things to right. I am Torvald, the dwarven toast-smith. To fight these great evils, some turn to the sword while wizards craft talismans trying to ward. I am armed with my knife, forge and cutting board Behold Torvald, the dwarven toast-smith. Leave the elves to their archery out in the field Let my brethren forge the broadax, the sword and the shield It's the mightiest victory my workings shall yield. Works of Torvald, the dwarven toast-smith. To save our world, in which all Good is at stake In my oven-forge, each piece I carefully bake. Every slice bears the runes which I proudly make The magic of Torvald, the dwarven toast-smith. For the hero for whom the ancients have prayed shall arise and all evil will fall 'fore his blade. This champion triumphs because his breakfast was made By Torvald, the dwarven toast-smith.