Warrior Of The Cresent Moon
In shimmering circle of silver light
In icy wind and spitting fire
Through flowing stream and ancient mountains
Thou alone dost see me
By lightning, thunder, hail and wind
I conjure thee
By sword of fire that can never fail
I conjure thee
I fall into the dark ravine
The clash of swords fills my spirit
Thou who shinest by night on the sea
Cast the shadows of the axe over my soul
By ravens wings and serpents venom
Bestow your gifts upon me
By eye of wolf and dragons flame
Grant me your strenght
I scream
The ravens battlecry
The powers of old embrace me
The axe of the cresent moon
Cast a shadow over my soul
