Luna (Moon of Claiming) - Cemeteries

Hunter’s moon echoes through your bones

Gather wood, claiming kindle stokes and burns

There’s something here reborn

I can feel the tides creep and slowly turn

There’s something here reborn

I can feel the tides creep and slowly turn in

Why don’t we turn in?

Rising breakers we devour

With our eyes wake up the others

There is something in the water

Screaming birds are coasting higher

Was it what they burned in fire?

She spoke words of higher power

Wake your sons, wake up your daughters

It’s not safe here: Spectral Hour

Rising breakers we devour

(Hunter's moon)

With our eyes wake up the others

(Echoes through your bones)

There is something in the water

Screaming birds are coasting higher

Was it what they burned in fire?

(Gather wood)

She spoke words of higher power

(Claiming kindle stokes)

Wake your sons, wake up your daughters

It’s not safe here: Spectral Hour

There’s something here reborn

I can feel the tides creep and slowly turn

There’s something here reborn

I can feel the tides creep and slowly turn in

Why don’t we turn in?