Stardust scattered upon the roofs,
I ask You to let me guard the Universe’s truths!
Grant me a voice, that rings and sings,
Grant me a morning, grant me all that I desire—I shall protect You, I call it out,
I cry with fire!
Grant me powers, grant me wings,
Let me help, let me see, give me sight,
For I am the King — the King of Light!
Guardian gods of the separated souls,
I ask You not to lie, but to make me whole… Show me the spell,
on the leaf of the Beech,
Let me live, let me taste, let me speak,
Let me see it—through a sign You teach.
Cobwebs cling to the book,
I am old and still I look—
For the potion of what’s true,
Is it You who walks me through?
Thunderclaps and lightning’s blaze,
Clouds are battling above the bay,
I cry aloud; mirror mirror,
show me the way!
Let me see—who is the King
of this Land today?