The 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.