The Silver Sister

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...