Moonpath کے بول

Sear unfolding flame the hearths of east Dawn ordained revives the trails of the ones that seek No light serene nor sight relieved Condone the coldest deeds But promise of shadow that secrets keep Trace the silver of the moon... Castaways, palefires light and mortal child To realms of night, in realms we hide Paths you tread are paths disguised No streams follow old rivers bed Trees bear leaves ten autumns swept Here in shadow that secret''s kept Trace the silver of the moon... Dark is the realm we sought So dies the silver hope we wrought Dark and silent No need to hide, no shade from light, What shadow will then you find inside Trace the silver of the moon...