Mirandines bloom beside the temple door,
as red as flame, where eastern mountains soar
with rugged crags, reflecting to the height
the eerie echoes where the centaurs fight,
the mountain bear's reverberating roar.
Within that temple, carved in days of yore
we praise Sunrifter's Fire whom we adore
while, shining ruby-red, carnelian-bright,
mirandines bloom.
What future wonder, what forgotten lore
will aid us in our questing to restore
our well-beloved goddess to her might?
We answer to the call, while, day and night,
within Miranda's shadow evermore,
mirandines bloom.