The Moon shall rise anew this day
To Hunt the across the skies
May ills and pills be swept aside
Thou wilst reverse the tides!
Waxing and Waning above our heads
Ye gingerly light our way
May only your light be wan and pale
and not your face I say!
So now we gather, cloaked by Night
With wolves, your brothers, near
To celebrate the Lunar Rite
And howl and howl beneath the stars
until the Sun knows fear!
Get well soon Ye Celestial Lord
Return to us this 'Eve!
Lest thieves and assasins lose their way
do not forsake and leave!
Whats this I see?
The Moon is once more Rising!
The Darkside is gone, the fever clears
The Hunter is surprising!
Happy Birthday Moon!