Throughout utter darkening Eternal radiance echoes Anon snowdrops soon shall burgeon Erelong the cervine shall rise from slumber Behold the rebirth of the cosmos Recreation at the hands of the nameless The crescent moonshine Comes blazing its trail Through the darkness to decline To a limbonic sky so pale When the final golden sickle has been swung When the last mistletoe has been cut It who is one and lone and all Shall winnow and chaff at downfall Shattering halos, healing blind eyes The lithic words again shall rise The crescent moonshine Comes blazing its trail Through the darkness to decline To a limbonic sky so pale When the final golden sickle has been swung When the last mistletoe has been cut When two daggers have pierced the heart When the stones strike up again The aeon of the crescent moon will arise When the final golden sickle has been swung When the last mistletoe has been cut When two daggers have pierced the heart When the stones strike up again The aeon of the crescent moon will arise