

(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.)