Far beyond the gaze of man
We gather starlight in our hands
Where dreams and shadows intertwine
We leave the silent flow of time
Steal away in the fading light
Find the way through the shades of night
We are the midnight folk
Saw the acorn turn to oak
Saw the hidden Gods invoking their
Sylvan legacy
Seasons woven into years
And through it all the vision's clear
With boughs above and flames below
We dwell in realms forgotten long ago
Casting runes by the Gates of Horn
Hide the Moon as the spirits form
We are the midnight folk
Saw the acorn turn to oak
Saw the hidden Gods invoking their
Sylvan legacy
We are the midnight folk
Sacred circle, never broke
This darkened forest has awoken
Ancestral memories