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