As the war has taken
Our king from the throne
As I, the light, am burdened
To hold my father's corpse
The soft voice of the wind
Caresses the rotten flesh
Of those whose light
Burned brighter than the sun

As the sun sleeps
The moon calls forth
The dances of the night

As the sun awakens
Be it the darkness
Be it the daylight

These ruins are my home
Who guide my light to the world

As the wind drags along
The ashes of the light
As everything was taken
And murdered after the fight
The voice of the wind
Is harsh, loud and cold
The remains of them
Whose name hold a reminiscence

As the sun sleeps
The moon calls forth
The rituals of the night

As the sun awakens
Be it the darkness
Be it the daylight

The light moves forward
And guide me back home