The crescent moon holds Birth and death As walls spelunkers know Hold yet the flakes of sunlight Evening takes, Sent to touch your face At day. By the might of gentle night The crescent moon Shines out so bright And by the will of unwise day The glowing shadow Dares to say, O Stones, you'll stay Grey stones, obey Don't turn away You hold my rays. To Sol we say, You set today Or anyway Tonight you may. Authority to gentle night, Take more from me As God deems right.