Once again the sun has set,
And dreaded Night has spread her cloak
To shroud the sky in Wyrden gloom

The dimling stars are not enough
To pierce this dreaded miasma
Of nature fused with cursed taint

But in this dreary, blackened sky,
A silver lady dances forth
To bless the Basin with her light.

Spinning 'twixt the dark and bright,
Mother, maiden, crone in one,
Dancing 'cross the sky's vast vault.

Her calming light sooths all our fears,
And shadows flee before her face
And submit to her awesome power.

Though she waxes and she wanes,
Her place in our hearts constant holds,
The Argent Lady guards us all.