Silent the night as I walk by ,
hovering over deep dreamless night,
pacing from shadows just to call by
another dream before the light.
Breathing souls waking in fear,
covering faces and dripping with tears.
Just one more night I will remain
the deepest dark in mortals veins.
As came, silently, mares will pass
a new bond with sun shall now last.
Prophecy dreams that I brought by
weak will fear, forget and deny.
Another season to wait in patience,
to swallow the light so vivid and dense.
I shall then, when thy not await
embrace your soul and be thy mate.
Thus even human it is to fight
a soul is never just dark or light.
The fear is warning in nick of time
to dash, to hide, to bend the line.
Every heart from its depth
spreads the sorrow and foul scent
of fear and past, but truly that heart
wishes to mend and wishes to shine.
Tonight the last time I kissed thee
till some other winter in peace.
Stay, yet never forget the gift,
Morrigan's blessing to foresee.