HOWL

Holy moon shine bright to guide us
Holy mother hang high to inspire us.
So let the night fall,
Holy darkness still belongs to the wild ones.
Now the monsters see the fear in us,
feel it slip away-have an out of body experience.
Holy moon, holy mother,
illuminate this snow cover.
Holy mother, Holy moon,
light the hunt-light my wander.
Let's take all night to read each other.
Holy darkness,
silent wilderness,
creatures never stopped feeling like this.
In the dead of the night, on the far edge of the woods,
we see by one light
in just the way that we should.