Vilda mannu

Alone on the top of the fells I chant for the wild moon I wrote my chant for the moon's glory For the lighter of my mood I wish I could be one of his sons And one with the earth So I could walk on the lunar path And chant forever I'm the son of the moon I'm one with the creator... I praise the moon Wild moon is my nature My life is so short But yours is sustained And when I'll leave My chant will remain Always with you my friend On a crystal clear night I stare at the moon Once raped by the sun The guardian of the woods The spirit of the night It gave me the wild life Under the shape of the moon I've found the final truth by www.metal-archives.com