The phases of the moon,
Dazzling lunar light!
I'm staring at the gloom,
It's rising in the night.
In the darkness of the night
The purple moon shall rise,
And the spheres are glowing bright,
I'm blinded by the sight.
Come mist and wind,
The power within
The phases of the moon.
Relight my fire,
Magic, desire,
The blue sphere of doom!
The light is swirling,
I'm lifting up the orb.
The force is growing,
I see what was before.