For the sun has set and the moon is high
And my soul's muffled voices will soon die
I bring with me a tune so as to not forget
While I journey onwards without one regret
I hear the bells ring, far from the clouds
Then soon elsewhere away from the crowd
A deep-seated joy arise like a magical dream
Magical it is, it is endlessly what I deem
All else faded besides the recognition
Of the unexplainable joy of this expedition
These feet will land on the dim lit heaven
Before midnight, for sure by eleven
Almost there, I can see through my heart
Of a wonderful fairy-tale start
Then the moon kissed my unfamiliar face
Whispering, "You and I can rule this place"