• In the valley of Vrankyrin

    The beasts and the men shall gather round

    To worship the sun and the moon

    To sing as the stars look down,



    They shall sing thy mighty Ballad

    Sung by the beings of old

    Hail, thy Ballad of Enghast

    The mightiest story ever told,



    Upon thee ruins of the old city

    Upon thy turrets so high

    We tell our everlasting ballad

    To the listening stars in the sky,



    As the wafting pines

    Blow us their soothing scents

    We shall sing and dance our song

    Sleep in cloth-made tents,



    We sing through rain, snow, or winds

    We watch as days shall pass us by

    Our voices keep our spirits strong

    No children ever shall cry,



    This festival shall one time end

    But that time is nay near

    So sing now my children

    Have you no fear,



    For the cosmos watch us

    Our Ballad of Enghast

    Sing this one time

    For it may be our last.