With their presence,
Honor the Earth, shapes of the Moon.
One who claim to have Its essence...
Power shall be theirs soon?
Oh, exalted Lady,
Thou art the One who adorned the myhts.
An alien intellect is said to be
The usurper of Thy reign.
Pretenders to the throne !
Thou art the source of inspiration for wolves,
To carry out their nightly chanting.
Thy beautiful charms the ones,
Willing to find the secrets of the night:
The revealer, the whisper in secrecy.
Oh, strange Lady,
Thy silence is Thy majesty.
Just sound-waves are the howling,
And a protector is thy beauty?
The technology outsiders,
May kill your weeping souls, Lady.
Honor the Earth, shapes of the Moon.
One who claim to have Its essence...
Power shall be theirs soon?
Oh, exalted Lady,
Thou art the One who adorned the myhts.
An alien intellect is said to be
The usurper of Thy reign.
Pretenders to the throne !
Thou art the source of inspiration for wolves,
To carry out their nightly chanting.
Thy beautiful charms the ones,
Willing to find the secrets of the night:
The revealer, the whisper in secrecy.
Oh, strange Lady,
Thy silence is Thy majesty.
Just sound-waves are the howling,
And a protector is thy beauty?
The technology outsiders,
May kill your weeping souls, Lady.