There is a ray of light,
That cuts through the dark.
There is a flame of hope,
That lights up the crushing heart.

There is a song of joy,
That fills the silent air.
There is a touch of grace,
That soothes the soul's despair.

We are Elayne, the radiant ones,
The morning's bringers.
We are Elayne, the brilliant ones,
The star that can guide you on.

We are Elayne, the lovely ones,
The morning tulip.
We are Elayne, the chosen ones,
The flame that never dies.