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 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 strike

When two moons rise

And storm awakes

The sleeping child

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