Alas, alas, we've no more peace,
no ally form on high.


We'll make our way to brighter day
and into clearer skies.


No more to tame the wind and (the) rain,
the skies to swallow whole.


She flies no more in glinting beam
and leaves a hollow hole.


Alas, her magic strewn in sand.
Alas, her soul undone.


The clouds shed tears upon the land
mourning of crystal sun.


Alas, alas, how time must pass.
Ancient, magical friend.


So terrible, so dreadful that
so treasured should so end.


No more to tame the wind and (the) rain,
the skies to swallow whole.


She flies no more in glinting beam
and leaves a hollow hole.