[Latin Script]
Caelum finditur sub pondere imperii tui,
Stellae lugent in vastitate spacii vacui.
Luceunt sicut guttae argenteae in nocte,
Cadentes in terram ubi bellum furit.
Universum contremiscit ante thronum tuum,
Sentiens calorem phenicis qui stellas superat.
Non est locus in caelo ubi umbra non est,
Cum regina elara alas suas expandit.
Sidera errantia timent voluntatem tuam,
Quae vult cosmos in ordine novo ponere.
Lacrymae stellarum sunt ignes cadentes,
Signantes mortem saeculi qui praeteriit.
Ubi est misericordia in corde reginae?
Cum mundi genuflectunt sub pede suo.
Vox stellarum est harmonia fracta et trista,
Querens cur lux debeat in tenebris perire.
Galaxiae rotantur sicut folia in vento,
Trahentes lineas fati in nigredine aeterna.
Elara spectat ad astra cum oculo sicco,
Sciens se esse solam in hac altitudine.
Potestas est desertum ubi nemo habitat,
Tantum echo propriae vocis in silentio.
Cadit stella prima in mare profundum,
Extinguens lumen suum in aqua amara.
Mundus videt et tacet in timore magno,
Sentiens finem omnium rerum appropinquare.
Sed in lacrymis stellarum, semen novum est,
Lux quae ex interitu rursus nascetur.
Elara claudit oculos et audit cosmos,
Sentiens dolorem et gloriam in unum mixtos.
Hoc est pretium pro universo in manibus,
Esse lucem quae omnia, etiam se ipsam, vorat.
Et stellas rursus in caelo ponere,
Sed hoc tempore, sub lege cordis sui.
[English Translation]
The sky cleaves under the weight of your empire,
The stars mourn in the vastness of empty space.
They shine like silver drops in the night,
Falling onto the land where war rages.
The universe trembles before your throne,
Sensing the phoenix heat that surpasses the stars.
There is no place in the sky where shadow is not,
When Queen Elara expands her wings.
The wandering stars fear your will,
Which wants to put the cosmos in a new order.
The tears of the stars are falling fires,
Marking the death of an age that has passed.
Where is mercy in the queen's heart?
When worlds kneel beneath her foot.
The voice of the stars is a broken and sad harmony,
Asking why light must perish in darkness.
Galaxies rotate like leaves in the wind,
Drawing lines of fate in the eternal blackness.
Elara looks at the stars with a dry eye,
Knowing she is alone at this height.
Power is a desert where no one lives,
Only the echo of one's own voice in the silence.
The first star falls into the deep sea,
Extinguishing its light in the bitter water.
The world sees and is silent in great fear,
Sensing the end of all things approach.
But in the stars' tears, a new seed is there,
A light that will be born again from destruction.
Elara closes her eyes and hears the cosmos,
Sensing pain and glory mixed into one.
This is the price for the universe in the hands,
To be the light that devours everything, even itself.
And to put the stars in the sky again,
But this time, under the law of her own heart.