Two moons in cyclical motion
Shape the weather and the air
Cast a cloud that shadows the sun
Ashes reborn by its flame
And dream of a castle where the moonbeam lays to rest
Of a river where the sun would spread its rays
A place where the stars once crowned Artemis
And awake to witness the work of its blaze
He will crawl up your shoulder
And whisper in your ear
"Here I am king."
Shape the weather and the air
Cast a cloud that shadows the sun
Ashes reborn by its flame
And dream of a castle where the moonbeam lays to rest
Of a river where the sun would spread its rays
A place where the stars once crowned Artemis
And awake to witness the work of its blaze
He will crawl up your shoulder
And whisper in your ear
"Here I am king."