The Moon and the little lights. The moon shines bright on the dark and windy night. Little firflies, like a blaze, adding light to the arctic haze. One big and many small, all shining their luminos on the darkened grounds during fall
A hunter, a prey, god's law to obey. When the time is nigh for the wind to sigh and god's law hurts the beast's thigh... Will the moon still be high, in the sky, turning it's eye to pry... upon the death and decay, where those beautiful lights sway to hear god's law and obey.