Lyrics

Hush now, traveler, close your eyes,
Pray the moon stays pale tonight.
For if the sky should burn with green,
Run, before you’re heard… before you’re seen.

The stars once whispered, soft and bright,
They sang of peace, they bathed in light.
But something stirred, the shadows deep,
A beast awoke from restless sleep.

A guardian lost, a god betrayed,
Its wings were torn, its soul unmade.
It drank the fire, it swallowed hate,
And left the stars to burn and break.

Ohhh, when the moon bleeds green, beware, beware,
His shadow walks, his talons tear.
He calls your name, he knows your fear,
Step too close… and he is near.

They say he hunts when the night is still,
His eyes like embers on the hill.
A twisted beast, of flame and sin,
With moons for eyes and blades for wings.

The druids fled, their voices cracked,
Their sacred groves turned black on black.
Their spells could not unmake his sin,
For fel runs deep beneath the skin.

Ohhh, when the moon bleeds green, beware, beware,
His shadow walks, his talons tear.
He calls your name, he knows your fear,
Step too close… and he is near.

You cannot run, you cannot fight,
For when he comes, he takes your sight.
A whisper low, a burning breath,
A nightmare comes, and speaks of death.

They say he does not feast on bone,
Nor drinks of blood like beasts unknown.
No—Zharkoon takes the soul, the mind,
Leaves bodies standing, hollow-eyed.

And when they speak, their voices hiss,
Their lips still move, but words sound wrong.
They call your name, they smile too wide,
And whisper softly: “Come inside.”

Ohhh, when the moon bleeds green, beware, beware,
His shadow walks, his talons tear.
He calls your name, he knows your fear,
Step too close… and he is near.