Chapter IV: The Sleeping Child

Starlight twinkles mighty
As they celebrate this night
Distant clatter of the horses hooves
Heralds their demise.

"Bring oaken barrels, rise your horns
Lay weapons all aside"
A golden shimmer throws its trail
Upon the tavern's light.

Mors stupebit et natura
Cum resurget creatura.

At midnight's stroke
When two moons rise
And storm awakes
The sleeping child.

When two moons unite
Silent tears will fall
Once upon time
Like a dream long ago.

The sleeping child.

Then a storyteller awakes the realm
Of dragons, wizards, knights
As mighty men and servants
Are sitting round the fire side by side.

No one knows the evil
Out of the forest's deep
Mother death is soon to sing
Her melody so sweet.

Mors stupebit et natura
Cum resurget creatura.

Under the cloak of darkness
And within the dim haze
As mighty and servants shed
Their lifeblood on their blades.

When two moons unite
Silent tears will fall
Once upon a time
Like a dream long ago.

At midnight's strike
When two moons rise
And storm awakes
The sleeping child.