Howling of the night
A calling of the old
Whispers in the trees
Hymn of ancient song
Conjuring the skies
Fire of the soul
Wyrd of life and death
Staved into the bone

I am the night's Moon of old
In death, carry me home

Hollow these words
Strengthen my will
Guide my sight
Through the beating heart of yew
This pagan forest
Staved into my soul
Pyre of life
Saged into the cold

I am the night's Moon of old
In death, carry me home