The Silver Sister - Eluveitie

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