Letras
We are the children of Rarn
We've trodden the vales of the sun
The child will cry
On swans they fly
We are the children of Rarn
We are the seekers of space
We've seen our Master's face
It's young and gold and silvery old
We are the seekers of Space, Om
Youth seer lend me your ear
The Dworn dawn approaches and the darkness is near
The children in song brought Rarn to my head
The beach is a-shaking and the old time is dead
The scales of the sky are broken in song
And go to the temple and blow on your horn
(swan king)