Through canopies of dark To sing a dark lullaby, To sleep, the lulled are hindered, For centuries roaming have

we strayed, For the torch to be once again relight,

Amongst burning lands we strived, Where beings were turned to fiend, For crumbling ruins we reside, But in the dark we shall once again rise, Where beings stir we capsule light,

Be it in dreams or illness we were plagued, None are greater than those that are not bound to die, Where majestic elves lie before our time, Behold before, they are inferior, They are to be at their own weakness,

Lengthy nights, at darkness order, Be lulled and calm and bewildered, An innocent traveller on a path to nothing, Shall now rise above all other race, Condemn any other curse, A race of superior.