Cast upon the falling sky of Astraea,
The vast star empire of Sindar exalts.

The moon and the Goddess blessed nature,
As roots and the forest caress upon the waterfall.

Where the stones carve the wooden furnishes,
As Mother Earth nurtures the soils and the vegetation.

With thunders clash upon the great sea,
As it ripples into a tsunami and hurricane.

As soft as a petal of roses bloom,
But as sharp as it's thorns she speaks in tongue.

The melody of sweet sweet nectar of the harp she speaks,
And the skies kneel before her tongue.
But vigilant to guard her will.

Such is the mystic aura of her allure,
Like a old folk song enchanted heart,
And silence worthy to hear our beats in chest.

The creature refined by age of time,
More precious than fine jewels of the night sky,
It is the unspeakable beauty eludes us all.

More majestic than the pearls of all of the seven seas,
With not the unicorn or rainbows match the *** of gold she stands,
And like the star she eclipse illumination in the night!

Astraea be blessed,
For we were gifted by her light,
The blessed light of the night.