Aeon of the Crescent Moon

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

Throught 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

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