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...