Lullaby (The Final Gyre of Suns)

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