

(Whispered, heavily auto-tuned glossolalia: Eya-rah...
lucir... a-ma-ra...) Hen
zobrie... (From the void...) Rāenion. (Radiance.)
Saelagon!
(Heal / Restore!) Vesagon
ñuhā
qēlos!
(We build my star!)
Ōōos gevi! (Beautiful light!) The rubble turns to
glass! (Chanted glossolalia pitched up into a whistle register: Vae-dosh!
E-li-ya!)
RĀENION! (RADIANCE!)
Gevi dāeri, vesagon!
(Beautiful freedom, we build!)
Moriot, we
reconstruct the Light!
(Whispered: Lucir...
I shine...
remain.)