warrior of the crescent moon

In shimmering circles of silver light

In icy wind and spitting fire

Through flowing stream and ancient mountain

Thou alone dost see me

By lightning, thunder, hail and wind

I conjure thee

By sword of fire that can never fail

I conjure thee

I fall into the dark ravine

The clash of swords fills my spirit

Thou who shinest by night on the see

Casts the shadow of the arc over my soul

By ravens wings and serpents venom

Bestow your gifts upon me

By eye of wolf and dragons flame

Grant me your strength

I scream

The ravens battlecry

The powers of old embrace me

The arc of the crescent moon

Casts a shadow over my soul