Children listen, voices on the wind
Just a whisper, a tingle on your skin
Mortal children come with us
With summer's breath on the wind
With moonbeam paths that guide the lost
To the land within
Forget the others, they will fade away
Sisters and brothers, their path is the grave
Mortal children come with us
With summer's breath on the wind
With moonbeam paths that guide the lost
To the land within
Mortal children come with us
With summer's breath on the wind
With moonbeam paths that guide the lost
To the land within
