I call upon ye ,
Spirit folk ,
To help me ,
With this deed .

Magic shall come ,
To help me ,
Power through my hands ,
Shall rise .

The day shall rise ,
The night shall pass ,
Like the world spins ,
And the ocean rises .

Greenwitch power ,
And the lost magic ,
Times of loss ,
And fire blazes .

Time comes ,
Time goes ,
Time leaves ,
Time stays .

Fires rises ,
Heaven comes ,
Death departs ,
Nature surpassess .

Lifes coming ,
Going away ,
Magic fairies ,
And time passes .

Azure skies ,
Streams a pure ,
Frozen Iceland ,
In old tales of yore .

Lakes of quicksilver ,
Lands of emerald ,
Land of the rising sun ,
In the east and all .

Pendragon lives ,
Power surpassess ,
Life subcomes ,
Like every other thing .

Stars above ,
Like a wishing well ,
Powers of the flaming sun ,
Like Odin's spell .

Serch for your love ,
Near rainbow bridge ,
Fair Freya ,
You daughter holds the answer .

If you want a answer climb to the highest branch ,
Ygdrassil a giant oak ,
In which a eagle perchs on it's highest branch ,
And a dragon lives far below .

The dragon is evil ,
Full of hate ,
Blodd red ruby heart ,
And black blood .

Black evil scales ,
And gleaming tawny eyes ,
Majestic creature he is ,
The dragon Nidhogg .

This is the tale the watchman tells ,
He goes by the name of Heimdall ,
He tells young Hnossa ,
The story of the begining .

The story of Odin's rising ,
Of how the giants become ,
And the men is created ,
And how Sol and Mani is chased .

They are chased across the skies ,
By two firece wolves ,
Not even stopping to slack ,
Powerful creatures they are .

Sent by the giants ,
To revenge their father ,
To chase the sun and the moon ,
Across the wind-driven sky .

The wall is built ,
High and strong ,
Burt it will topple ,
And the twilight will begin .

Ragnarok shall be soon ,
For them ,
The tides shall turn ,
And they shall die .

No more thundering hammer ,
No more shining apples ,
No magical swords ,
And no more power .

They shall fall ,
Maybe die ,
Maybe join mankind ,
But still they might die .