One approaches with trouble in mind;
Knowledge here (he/she) may find.
But perilous knowledge can be;
Without wisdom used to guide your deeds,
I sense vexation in your mind,
The cause of your trouble you come to find.
The name of your foe is known to one;
In the high throne she sits, through her day is done.
Your foe is also in the vale of the Elves;
Only to be found by those who can delve.
Your foe is to be also found, close at hand;
Where water sprouts from blowing sand,
You must also look deep in the frost;
Among peaks that are most perilous to cross.
And a tyrant waits with his baleful stare;
Where a sea ruler sits without even a care.
And your foe is to be found where one cannot see;
And those of the land are unable to be,
Also you must find a dangerous lair;
Where fiery greed guards the treasure that is there.
And you will have to learn how to fly;
So that you may find your foe in the sky,
Finally at last, your foe can be found;
Where the souls of the evil are tortured and ground.