Slumber now, fiery Lords, nursed by the ageless Night. 
Return to the cradle whence thou came 
O, sidereal hosts of the sky 

Rest now proud kings, ardent Sons of Light 
This shall be thy final gyre on the stellar path 

But from thy ashes younger worlds shall spring 
And thy renewed light shall rise from darkness eternal 

And new suns shall born, heirs to the throne of skies 
Lustrous offsprings of thou 
O, old wanderers of light