Under the moonlight,
deep into the night,
not so hidden,
but still in the dark
Devils play and dance
to a harmless tune
.
Evil passes you by,
as you try to blame
the devils and me, holding out our hands
Inviting you to dance
What are midnights for,
if not for a bit of joyous madness?
Who does the moonlight call,
if not us, who had enough of sadness?
.
Evil passes by,
the gifts of land you firmly refuse
Evil comes back around,
knowing you’re someone it can use
Spirit of Tara 