Beneath the crooked branches... Where silver enters green... The moon pours out its poison Into the dreaming stream... Black leaves tremble in the midnight air, Ancient eyes are watching there. Through the roots and through the stone, Something stirs beneath the throne. Green fire upon the water gleams, Liquid moon and emerald dreams. A shadow raises a chalice high— And pours the stars from out the sky. Drink... the night. Drink... the light. Let the old world disappear. Let the hidden one draw near. MOONLIT ALCHEMY! Silver blood upon the sea! MOONLIT ALCHEMY! Wake the spirit underneath! Through the forest, through the flame, Call the nameless, speak the name. When the dying moon turns green— Enter now the space between. A velvet darkness fills the trees, Whispers riding on the breeze. No church bell sounds, no angel sings, Only the wings of invisible things. The stars are drowning one by one, Beneath the gaze of the ancient sun. The forest breathes, the shadows sway— And night becomes another day. I saw the moon beneath the earth... I saw the dead return to birth... I saw the stars beneath the lake... I heard the sleeping mountains wake... Nocturne... Nocturne... Nocturne of the emerald night... Come closer... Come closer... The veil is thin tonight... MOONLIT ALCHEMY! The blackened forest calls to me! MOONLIT ALCHEMY! Beyond the veil, beyond the dream! Green flame! Black sky! Silver moon! We die! Green flame! Black sky! Silver moon! We rise! The chalice empties... The forest sleeps... The moon grows pale... And something... keeps... ...watching.
