As I walk among the reeds, on a dimly moonlit shore,
I dwell upon my misery, and the fate of all men born.
Then I hear it plain as day, a song adrift upon the wind
I feel my sorrow wash away, and let that voice draw me in.
That wondrous voice so full of song brings me pleasure, gives me peace
I see her smile, young and strong, an innocent among those reeds.
And then I see a moonlit face, a nightmare clothed in dark and light
Returns me to the final race, the falling down, our mortal plight.
Sisters, sisters, on the shore, dancing wild among the reeds
Children in a darkened world, caring not, taking heed
The Watchful One sets her sights upon that which is soon to come
The Dreadful One does give me fright, for soon the world will come undone
Sisters, sisters, on the shore, singing on the winter wind
Children in a cold hard world, innocents devoid of sin
The Wrathful One does away with all the world’s unpleasant things
The Pale One lingers anyway, stalking, lurking in my dreams