| The silvern light - a stannite glow | |
| The primal night - of the darkened vault | |
| Under the welkin dark | |
| Solemn chants will soar | |
| The immemorial | |
| Songs of the wise | |
| To declare the rise | |
| Of the night-born | |
| Of glinting dew | |
| And susurrant winds | |
| Of a vibrant dawn | |
| Long foreshown | |
| And your pristine face | |
| Pours down crystal rays | |
| Caressed by your velvet touch | |
| As we dance through the night | |
| One last silver kiss | |
| As the ancient song falls silent | |
| The wolves from Antumnos | |
| Come bearing heritage divine | |
| In stannic pearls - the light pours | |
| Over the rock-grey coats of the proud | |
| Your radiance crystalline | |
| Heralds the ancient words | |
| Resounding high and clear | |
| >From the Otherworld | |
| In this night we dance | |
| Glory to the nameless one | |
| Atir aissom atir imon | |
| One last silver kiss before the last string decays... |