The night is dark, the moon shines bright, / xarai kiizie, xi’ai seren fair,
O’er silver ribbon of Ryven’s light, / avin yiren tain, riivenon vos,
A boat of gold, two sails of silk, / kinae thasor, tah esti sinsair,
Drift gently onto banks of silt. / hirgaan erfae, tao taliin piros.

Two children sleep, their minds a wander, / kadon myalon dithen, tah xiyor slirin,
Two royal born cast from home asunder, / tah xiyor ediir, sen axhin aaks’riin,
An ancient feud, a plot of death, / xinae aakakhra, sinmiir kharas,
Left them drifting far on zephyr’s breath. / vurens kad xazai, vaalin aivyiron pras

They, hearts of gold, blood of fire, / akh kad! airin kinae, arkhai yira!
Praise the Golden God on burning pyre! / khaavai asiir an yirin askhinraa!
For the sons of ancients, their destiny awaits, / kia xanae genisen, kad khavzaa avran,
From where two waters join, from heaven’s gate. / sen tah thur sinyarfen, xanaar’on kran.

The night is dark, the moon shines bright, / xarai kiizie, xi’ai seren fair,
The boat settles on the banks in the night, / thasor areman ith xarai an taliin,
On wooded banks, on gravel shore, / an fohare taliin, an arki tou kalhair,
Rivian and Ricarin, to the rivers it bore. / tao thuraf tha vaaliins, Rivian a Rikarin.

Draconic