Chapter IV: The Sleeping Child

Starlight twinkles mighty As they celebrate this night Distant clatter of the horses hooves Heralds their demise "Bring oaken barrels, rise your horns Lay weapons all aside" A golden shimmer throws its trail Upon the tavern's light Mors stupebit et natura Cum resurget creatura At midnight's stroke When two moons rise And storm awakes The sleeping child When two moons unite Silent tears will fall Once upon a time Like a dream long ago The sleeping child Then a storyteller awakes the realm Of dragons, wizards, knights As mighty men and servants Are sitting round the fire side by side No one knows the evil Out of the forest's deep Mother death is soon to sing Her melody so sweet Mors stupebit et natura Cum resurget creatura Under the cloak of darkness And within the dim haze As mighty and servants shed Their lifeblood on their blades When two moons unite Silent tears will fall Once upon a time Like a dream long ago At midnight's stroke When two moons rise And storm awakes The sleeping child