In the wild wood, in the dark forest,
Beyond human eyes.
There lies the world under a magic spell,
The fog never evaporated.
The trees are tall and grey there,
They sway and lament.
Tales they whisper furtively
Of long forgotten elder days.
In mossy lichen and fern shrubs
Silently dance the elven folk.
They weave the veils of mist
And turn around in circles.
In the wild forest, at a dark place,
Hidden away from human hands.
There the old tale still lives,
Its secret never discovered.
Deep between stone and root work,
In a dark chamber,
A dwarf is forging with magic power,
Wields steadily his hammer.
And high up in dense branch entanglement
Two ravens croak silently.
Like a thought they fly,
Like remembrance, so wise.
In the wild forest is some strange face!
Suddenly it is soundless and cold.
A human walks there, he does not see
The eyes deep in the forest.