Lonely child renegade by the moon Born in the form of the nineth wave No name, no sword, no love In your hands the strength of your father The light of his lily in your eyes Bright one of the skillful hands Lost mariner in a sea of sky With no anchor among the stars You sailed to the end of the ocean Searching the light in the night Lonely child, old sailor, lost sou The old man came Flying through the waves Nine flowers in his hand To the curse he put the end Son of the moon Bright one Of the skillful hand From the petals she was born Eyes of dew, berries bride In the forest's song you use to hide My last chant Broke the curse Your shield from the shame A black cloud over the moon Even the purest has her sins Fairy lady torn from spring Wild north wind pent in your chest Forced beneath a grey sky You used to bloom in the fields Travel on clouds, sing with birds You had every life Now you have the one you never had She took refuge in the night Like an owl she flew away Come back to your shore Sail to the horizon and far more