The swing of Luna hangs in stoic calm,
Since the silver winds are silent
Swansongs sounding through out the realm
Moonface left the lantern island

This were the nights, when all candles glowed,
But it's darker now like shadows of old
Silent singers haunt their song of moonface,
Who to death moved on

No pale patch will ever fall,
Across nights withering bed
This place is cursed since moonface is dead