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I came upon an old house,
They called Wisdom Hall
Tattered old shutters, broken glass.
The age, no one knew at all.

For a young thrillseeker
with adventure in mind
I opened up the door
There were cobwebs on the ceiling
and dust all over the floor

In Wisdom hall, Wisdom Hall
The secrets that you keep inside
Makes a young boy dream
Can make a young boy wise

So up the stairs and through the rooms
For treasure I would seek.
But the spirit in white was one thing
I never thought I'd meet.

He said to me, boy
Now don't you be afraid
It's destiny that brought you here
The decision has long been made.

In Wisdom Hall, Wisdom Hall
The secrets that you keep inside
Makes a young boy dream
Can make a young boy wise

Then he handed me a book of black.
The pages satin gold,
you know you are a Warlock's son
There’s magic that you hold

So read the writing well
Listen to the ancient call.
Then you'll know the secret
The Secret of Wisdom Hall