Lyrics

[Verse] The cold moon rises with clinical precision Etched in a silver round, she sits upon high The Goddess personified, casting an icy solstice eye Upon the earthbound circumference She presents her globe unto the eternal seas She gazes within and balances the scales Decrees the cutting of the threads Which lead to the dreamless deep Where nothing comеs into the potential of being In rock, in flowеr, and tree In bird, in mammal, and bee But in the icicle strands of winter's weft She weighs the measures Listens to the crows cry Ordains what is not to be Issues dread command in subtle silver spread Like a spider with unseen limbs Sable as the winter's dark She sits and waits for the gathering in The gathering in to begin