Embedded in a sea of flowers
A gentle lustre, white and pure,
Illuminates the darkness bearing
Down upon this land of yore.

O Moon, repel the evil eye
That haunts our dreams and waking hours
Bereave the darkness of its powers
And bare to us the cloud-veiled sky.

O Maiden fair with crimson hair,
Thine gentle eyes upon us lay,
Behind the lace, perceive our plight
And guide us soundly into the light.

For in the shadows, ever closer,
The enemy is closing in, lurking, waiting,
Ever closer, and soon – too soon – it will begin.

And thus, we beg you, Lunar Maiden,
Bestow upon us weary souls
Your light, lest enmity devours
This gentle lustre, white and pure,
Embedded in a sea of flowers.