Blooming, incinerating,
Bells ring,
Petals fall as ash,
Seeds rise as flames.
Stone becomes the sand slipping through my fingers,
Threads intertwine,
Tightening, breaking, enduring,
As red stains white, the darkest black.
Ií’äa Há'lóuse,
Wilting, renewing,
My song is a spell,
My voice, a silence piercing the cacophony,
Ií'ëná Na'nii'aós Eterrin.
The sword is mine to wield,
The truth is mine to hold,
My fate is my own,
Ha'íya Iích'bäa A'fénós Ií'ëná Lata'ëith.
Scales of burning blue,
Fangs of piercing white,
Wings that embrace,
A blackened sword,
A cursed life.
Ií’äa Há'lóuse,
Blooming, incinerating,
Bells ring,
Petals fall as ash,
Seeds rise as flames.
Sand becomes the glass reflecting the unbreakable truth,
Threads are weaved,
My sword severs the fraying string,
As red stains white, the darkest black.
Na'vi'aós, Na'vi'aós Na'fáyä,
Wilting, renewing,
My song is a spell,
My voice, a silence piercing the cacophony,
Ií'ëná Na'nii'aós Eterrin.
The sword is mine to wield,
The end is mine to embrace,
Fate is mine,
Ha'íya Iích'bäa A'fénós Ií'ëná Lata'ëith.
Spreading wings,
Of burning blue,
Ií'ëná Däi'draon,
Ií'ëná Lâ'saé'yu,
Our voices resound into a roar,
A single cry,
A wordless prayer.
Na'vi'aós Thä'teé Na'vaós A'fénós Lú’Éz,
Blooming, incinerating,
Wilting, renewing,
I am here.
Bells ring,
Our cry resounds,
Wings embrace,
A blackened sword,
Ií'ëná Tö'këir'ris Lú'yunâ.
Petals fall as ash,
Seeds rise as flames.
Na'vi'aós,
Threads intertwine,
As red stains white, the darkest black.
My song is a spell,
Our voice, a silence piercing the cacophony,
Ha'íya Iích'bäa A'fénós Ií'ëná Lata'ëith.
I am here,
Ií'ëná Nâ'fáyu,
Fate is mine,
Ií'ëná Lú’lata,
My voice is eternal;
