Ei-An-Te

In the dusk of the morning

By the lake of Seonor

A whispering sound

Is chasing the dark

Close your eyes

By the old water oak

A tree spirit is weaving

A haunting spell

O-NE- SANI

E-NI-O

KE-SO-NINI

EI-AN-TE

A spell for the earth

A spell for the living

A spell for the time

When days will be years

O-NE- SANI

E-NI-O

KE-SO-NINI

EI-AN-TE

The dawn is your heart

The trees are your morning

The tree spirit is weaving

A spell for the earth

O-NE- SANI

E-NI-O

KE-SO-NINI

EI-AN-TE

O-NE- SANI

E-NI-O

KE-SO-NINI

EI-AN-TE