Children listen, voices on the wind
Just a whisper, a tingle on your skin

Mortal children come with us
With summer's breath on the wind
With moonbeam paths that guide the lost
To the land within

Forget the others, they will fade away
Sisters and brothers, their path is the grave

Mortal children come with us
With summer's breath on the wind
With moonbeam paths that guide the lost
To the land within

Mortal children come with us
With summer's breath on the wind
With moonbeam paths that guide the lost
To the land within