Pristine moon, hide thy face
In the wisps of clouds above
As thou vanish, take with thee
My tales of pain, silent misery
Sold dreams and forgotten love.
Travel away with these secrets
To lands near, far and wide
Listen to the wind as it whispers
Painful stories and joyous melodies
In night that we wish to hide.
As in night, we find a comrade,
To relieve our mind of these pains,
Thy light leading us in the dark,
As on a new journey we embark,
Seeking now, brighter horizons.