The Moon emerges, sprinkled with madness,
Vagabond of skies who draws the souls,
Awaking the drifter idling inside the chest,
To cross the waters and tailor the rambles.

Hey, Moon - brother, sister and friend,
Whisper me stories of what you behold,
See any silver plated gowns from up there,
Bearing some happiness toward the crossroads?

Would you be kind to split the darkness,
With silver sabre forged in ancient dreams,
Direct my tread, silent companion,
Somnambul seeks guidance on roads of new.