If now, an infant moon appears,

And faith will take away my fears,

No pain will come from light!

Savage creature in the soul,

Is seeking fullness not the goal,

To wax and wane at night?

Rings the melody of a thousand moons.

Beside an ocean made of gold,

Our father’s legacy is told

(Who lifts us to his height).

Beneath the tomb of every man,

A gift in life it was to stand,

To use an earthly might!

Sings the symphony of a thousand moons.