Buried Moon

No light to guide them, as long as the Moon won’t rise
This must be an evil charm from the lady by the lake

She keeps on stealing starlight reflecting from the sky
This witch is a plague, prevention is their duty

Moon in the sky be our guide and light our way through the dark
Ness of the night won't blind us as long as we'll stare at the stars

Stars won't fall and in the silence I will wait for my blessing day to come
In the depths I'll dive to find my deceased light, a moon reflecting in the sky

Stop this masquerade by reaching her house by the lake
In this starlight fulfilled museum, no one’s there

Standing on the shore she's pouring a shiny stream
That rekindles (a) sunken moon reflecting in (the) sky again