Dreams bourne up by the breath of the moon
And bathed in silvery light
Asleep are her children lying upon beds of stone
Where stands the silent and still whispering ones
Beware the beast with a thousand eyes
And yet we are safe here for it is blind
Shadows play, the time has come
To dance to the tune of the Evening Sun
Enthralled, blue and green dance with white
Within the colour of black, endless night
Watched by wishes and dreams long since past
And turn, spinning in thrice, without rest
Amidst each river and sylvan glen
Are creatures far wiser, unknown to men
Gods of old, in ancient tounge
Pipe out the tune of the Evening Sun
That which was before shall be again
And still lives between stars and within
The mountains, where it awaits all our fears
And that which is never seen, ever near
Far stranger moons have seen the sky
When shadows were walking and could not die
Dance with spirits with silver blood
The Dragon is sleeping, but not undone
Lament the fallen moon
With vanity swollen the Dragon's womb
Shadows whisper, your time will come
To dance to the tune of the Evening Sun
