Turn your eyes to me sweet mistress of woe.
Your radiant black feathers I pray you show.
Hallowed child; of raven and crow.
Thrives in the peril of sun and snow.
Striking down all where threat is shown.
With power unparalleled to all her foes.

But as the moon rises,
her dark light flashes,
enveloping the world withing her precious darkness.
We feel her cold breath
as we fume and we fret.
With shadows of pulchritudity surrounding this earthly set.
For as the moon shines,
her power refines.
Dark lady divine,
the night you design.