In the wood while elves their instruments play
Sing about (a) place far away
On the black hill when the dwarfs carve the stone
Tell about the wizard's home
You'll see (the) way begins
(If) you want to see (the) sign
The acolytes direct their steps just there
But they must always beware
Because only the best one can survive
Where others will lose their life
It can be unreal, or it can be real
You'll know that it's true
Mater of wizards aid me to understand
(The) secrets of (the) moon and the sun
Teach me the strength and the essence of the spell