2The Land Of The Winter Moon
Under the winter moon's pale light
across the cold and starry night,
from snowy mountains soaring high
to ocean shores echoes the cry.
From barren sands to verdant fields,
from city streets to lonely wealds,
cries the tortured human heart,
seeking solace, wisdom, a chart
by which to understand its plight
under the winter moon's pale light.
Dawn is unable to fade the night.
Must we live ever in the blight
under the winter moon's pale light,
lost in loneliness, hate, and fright,
last night, tonight, tomorrow night
under the winter moon's bleak light.