Ghosts of the past come to collect pieces of her
The moon weeps for her
For she, no longer lights up the night
Light so bright
Stars pale in comparison
Soul of the dearly departed
The moon weeps for her
Candles alight
Mourning in the night
One by one the piece of her, stolen.
The lady of moon
Will be missed among the stars
Souls will search
While the moon weeps for her
