Dead from the vying lies What to ask from a livin' person Who has seen death all the more than countless It makes little to no sense To seek comfort from a lifeless Regardless of the thoughts that roams What can kill death if not a dead Wax and wane that dives the lane A symbol of cycle we abide to in same Down with the foes , reclaim Let the hearts heat with the thousands claim Oh , god of the lunar hearth Hear the calls from the earthless souls Be it from desperation or a longing plea You shall ought to hear the cries from your realms For as the sun that sets in time Listen to us as we repeat in lines Hold us close and salvate your calls Keep those close abandoned by the earthly loves. ~