In the cradle of ancient trees,
Sons wander, where shadows breathe,
With dreams forged in twilight’s kiss,
They find solace in the abyss.
Their hearts echo in silent tunes,
Beneath the watchful, silver moon,
Footsteps light on paths untold,
Sons of fire, brave and bold.
In the quiet of dawn’s embrace,
They chase the light, they chase the grace,
Through storms and calm, through night and day,
Sons of hope, they pave the way.
When the world grows dark and cold,
Their spirit shines, a tale retold,
With every breath, with every plea,
Sons of love, eternally free.