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

To declare the rise of the night-born

In this night we dance

glory to the nameless one

Atir aissom atir imon

Caressed by your velvet touch

as we dance through the night

One last silver kiss

as the ancient song falls silent

One last silver kiss before the last string decays