How they dance and twirl in gaiety
Delightful in glide, graceful in stride
Delicate in form, strength in unity
Great are they, arrayed in power and pride
Those ladies and lords in opulence shine
Fixating the mind in rapture and wonder
Squall’s ministers that come in their due time
Many a merry lands do they plunder
Gently hurtling down as silver stars
The very tears of heaven captured in ice
A taste of the glories waiting afar
Such beauty that comes without a price
O, mortal man, cans’t thou not see
What blessedness thou hast and yet to be