Moon light, Moon light, shining bright.
The world is lit by you at night.
Silent hills are often broken.
With an eerie language spoken.
It's such a sad and lovely tune.
Which is inspired by you, the Moon.
It starts out as a soft noise.
Not made by human girls or boys.
The song is made by the hunters.
Starts off soft then soon thunders.
Preditors all areound become still.
As they look up at the hill.
The loner cries with head high.
His song drifts as the wind passes by.
Shivers run through all the prey.
Wishing for the light of day.
The song now is soft and slow.
As the clouds let out snow.
Another silence, but not for long.
The wolf soon lets out his proud song.