Seofon dǣlas, brenge hie nēah,

Sing þæt lēoð þe fordrīfð ege.

Þonne Æþer hie ānige þonne,

Cwide þæs weoruld niwan ongynne.

Once there rang a song so pure,

woven of the elements’ lore.

But strife and greed tore it apart,

its notes fell silent, heart by heart.

Seven fragments, near and far,

seek them where their secrets are.

Fire, Water, Air and Stone,

Shadow, Light, and Aether’s throne.

Seofon dǣlas, nēah and feorr,

Sōc hie, þǣr heora rȳne wǣron.

Fȳr, Wæter, Lyft and Stān,

Sceadu, Lēoht and Æþer ān.

One part in fire, fierce and bright,

hidden deep in blazing night.

One part in water, dark and still,

where the tides obey no will.

One part in wind, so free, untamed,

carried where the skies are framed.

One part in earth, both vast and deep,

in mountain halls where shadows sleep.

One part in shadow, cold and vast,

guarded by the ancient past.

One part in light, so pure, divine,

within the stars their secrets shine.

Yet only Aether, calm and true,

can bind the song and make it new.

Seven fragments, near and far,

seek them where their secrets are.

Fire, Water, Air and Stone,

Shadow, Light, and Aether’s throne.

Seofon dǣlas, nēah and feorr,

Sōc hie, þǣr heora rȳne wǣron.

Fȳr, Wæter, Lyft and Stān,

Sceadu, Lēoht and Æþer ān.

When joined as one, the song shall rise,

a storm of truth across the skies.

To heal the world, or bring its end,

by the choice of those who mend.

Seven fragments, bring them near,

sing the song that ends all fear.

When Aether binds them into one,

the world’s new voice shall be begun.

Seofon dǣlas, brenge hie nēah,

Sing þæt lēoð þe fordrīfð ege.

Þonne Æþer hie ānige þonne,

Cwide þæs weoruld niwan ongynne.