Eclipsed by windtorn clouds,
a sickle moon, waning,
rides perilously in a somber sky
as an age draws to a close.
One stage of change is always chaos,
the dissolution in the dark,
and the stormwind of time is blowing change.

Oh, come home, you beloved!
Gather in the Light and guard it well
against the darkwind
of these changing days.
Be a vessel of Light,
my love, illumine the path.
For this have you been born
into these times.