When the trees jail the starlight in its silhouette
The spectral beings poisoned by fear
Relinquish their daggers
The moon lands a spell upon the spectators

They cry havoc
Stealing glances from the dark ravens
Casting a curse of their own on the souls
As the light peers in

They twist the trees till they tremble in fear
Soon the soothsayer will walk among us
Broken shards of armor across its body of ice
Through the depths of the dark

The war between night and day
It emerges and soon dies
I'm afraid
Why haven't you drowned me yet?