Mourn not the waning of the moon
Nor weep at the departure of the tide
Lament not the setting of the sun
Rejoice the fallen for as above it is below
With the dawn they arise with old skin anew
Mourn not the waning of the moon
Nor weep at the departure of the tide
Lament not the setting of the sun
Rejoice the fallen for as above it is below
With the dawn they arise with old skin anew