Draugnim Moonpath
Sear unfolding flame the hearths of east
Dawn ordained revives the trails of the ones that seek
No light serene nor sight relieved
condone the coldest deeds
but promise of shadow that secrets keep
Trace the silver of the moon...
Castaways, palefires light and mortal child
To realms of night, in realms we hide
Paths you tread are paths disguised
No streams follow old rivers bed
Trees bear leaves ten autumns swept
Here in shadow that secret's kept
Trace the silver of the moon...
Dark is the realm we sought
so dies the silver hope we wrought
dark and silent
no need to hide, no shade from light,
what shadow will then you find inside
Trace the silver of the moon...
