Under The Weeping Moon
Oh once again I cried unto the moon
The burning flame which has guided me through all these years
Lake from which you flow
With eyes of fire once unlit but now alive
This energy, which sparkles like the morning star
The morning star!
Riding the fires of the northern gold
I've searched the eye
I laugh under the weeping moon
I am the watcher in the skies
Nor the emeralds know my mark
Glisten to mark their presence
Set the enigma ablaze, searching, finding
Burn the winter landmarks
That said I was there
Burn the spirit of cold
That travels through my soul
