The ancient race of Ayl’far were united as one
A vast and blessed realm of grace they had long become
Until war and partition shattered the light that shone
Now they are divided, this once sacred union undone
On a throne of sun the Mithylfar reign
Mighty and proud of their dominion claimed
They will honour their lost brothers with naught but disdain
Sun kissed and stubborn they will endlessly remain
Of pale moonlit forests the Sithylfar fight
To restore their honour in defiance of time’s blight
As if from the nests of crows they will forever take flight
This snow faced race that have conquered the night
From vain ignorance’s past, now no one lives to care
For such hatred and malice that came to bear
Skies weep for the sun and the moon that have been torn asunder
As the Mithylfar remain and the Sithylfar wander