The lady in her homeland brook
Awoke from torpor, undertook
A quest to make our world sublime
Through the suffocating night
She waded long, extending bright
Tendrils to each foreign nook
And though she floundered, wide and far
In banishing the heaven tar
She grew into elysian light
Firmament for Ni-Hoffim
The home for all there's ever been
As now she watches from afar
And through her blazing suffering
Three daughter moons she soon did bring
To assuage our fears amidst the dim
So now we all must call her name
To the mother of the skyward plains
For our lady, sing, sing!