Wisdom falls, from the hands of slain
Elders dead and gone, lay no claim
Heaps of sorrow tall, all piled with grief
Now the hands of dead are holding me
First the Sun, then the Moon
Behold the Tree of Stars, the drop of dew
Through the years of ancient wars
Countless years of bloodshed
Here the Tree of Aiyanen reigns
Holding fast like the Trunk of Gods
Aiyanen
Cold star-tward arrow
Fell beasts will be slain, at nightfall
R.I.P.
Ulka
Alka
Tulthka
Senni
Matrib
Venna
Oldstod
Gamblianne