In the eternity ere final dying
Of the ghosts looming, wand'ring aside
Tears of Isha fall on the ground:
Gift of the dead for the living and wild.

One final remnant of those who are gone now
Consumed and forgoten, shadows in mist
Let their heirs persist for - for ever...
Tears of Isha, the sanative gift.

Worlds that are dying, lost in the slaying,
Passionate, merciless doom of Eldar - 
They are but nightmares longing for us now,
And our only link with the past.

Mists of the future, phantasms and taisches,
Dormition of light and the dying of stars...
Tears of Isha fall on the ground:
Gift of the dead for the living and wild.

In the eternity ere final dying
Of our spirits in hands of our doom
Tears of Isha fall on the ground:
Gift of the dead for the dead and the blind.