Tis fate that make the sun to rise
upon the splendor of this day,
and herald news of dreams yet dreamed,
of songs yet sung, of lives to live, and love to come.
Nay, tis not chance that cause the lark to sing
and in his song this foresight bring:
On this day, true as rivers run,
before sunset and day is done,
who once were two
shall walk as one.

Of Elfin love the tales doth say,
springs from the stars, the sun the moon.
Wild and free two Elves run their course til fate doth smile and like rivers merge, then through the land the waters flow, magic blood through veins, through body, through mind and soul, nothing shall the current slow.
Today two rivers flow benath the sun.
Today deapair shall be undone.
For the Elves before you who once were two,
Shall now and always be as one.