Through the darkest of nights
When evil runs amok
When our dreams slip away
Leaving nightmares to stay
Its then we seek her light
Her calming silver hue
Assuring us tonight
Will soon be over too
In times utter dire
We turn our heads skyward
Where her pale hope shines
Enlightening our minds
Whatever may befall me
Forever I am true
To the guiding, crescent light
That some may call the moon
Through the darkest of nights
When evil runs amok
When our dreams slip away
Leaving nightmares to stay
Its then we seek her light
Her calming silver hue
Assuring us tonight
Will soon be over too
In times utter dire
We turn our heads skyward
Where her pale hope shines
Enlightening our minds
Whatever may befall me
Forever I am true
To the guiding, crescent light
That some may call the moon