Sel-kai Sailor’s Song

From the western sea to the edge of the world,
are ports of every kind
But one city is a dream in the sky:
Eidolon comes to mind!

Her streets are paved with silver and gold
Of pearl her towers are wrought
Name a city with such wealth?
Eidolon, or naught!

Floating on a breast of a cloud
She gleams in the morning light
Who is queen in our hearts?
Eidolon is, by right!

Where else can we spend our gold
on pleasures of every kind
When our pockets are heavy with coin
Eidolon comes to mind!