(Локсиан)

Da rhay-sy o'
Mal lay-rhee o'
Sav-ay-ly o'
Kad-ay-ly o'
Hey o nay Kor-rhe-ay
Ah hey o nay [bad word] mmay
Eh hymm a vl-la rhe-ea kan
Eh hymm a ka lla mmay o an
O ay ka nee hymm nno hymm
O ay ka nee hymm nno hymm a rhay.
Hii-yha...
Hii-yha...
Hii-yha...
Hii-yha...
He-ah vi-iya me-ne mmay
he ah lu-ua no ee-tay
Eh o th-ay-a rhee lloo ka
Eh o mer-ra man a saa
Hey nal oroom-may hymm nno hymm
Ah hey nal ba-na hymm nno a rhay.
Hii-yha...
Hii-yha...
Hii-yha...
Hii-yha...
Hii-yha...
Hii-yha...
Hii-yha...
Hii-yha...



(Перевод на английский)

Out of night [bad word] the day.
Out of night, our small earth.
Our words drift away.
Our words journey
to find those who will listen.
We call out into the distance...
We call out into the distance...
We call out into the distance...
We call out into the distance...
Less than a pearl in a sea of stars,
we are a lost island in the shadows.
It may be our words [bad word] lost.
It may be our words find nothing, find no-one.
We call out into the distance...
We call out into the distance...