.

On Wings of Silver

The clouds are high,

The land is low,

Now to cold north,

We all must go.

...

Our fire's feeble,

Faint is sun's light.

Now we must wage,

This final fight.

...

Long roads we've walked,

Deep seas we've sailed.

Too far we have come

To fail.

...

So on wings of silver,

We take to air

We shall not give in

To despair.

...

Beneath light

Of sun and moon,

We'll save Weyard

From its doom.