• On the darkest of nights
    We cherish, we delight
    The moon lends us sight.

    The wind whistles through the trees
    Rustling the emerald leaves
    We turn and watch the crows take flight
    And worship the cold, everlasting night.

    On the darkest of nights
    We cherish, we delight
    The moon lends us sight.

    A sound calls through the blackness
    Making near animals cause a racket
    We grin and toss our heads
    Calling back to our hungry friends.

    On the darkest of nights
    We cherish, we delight
    The moon lends us sight.

    Oh, the thrill, the joy!
    There is no sport like hunting
    Too bad for this poor boy,
    It will be his last day for running.

    On the darkest of nights
    We cherish, we delight
    The moon lends us sight.

    A mild summer breeze
    Stirs the birds and bees
    A howl shivers through the air
    And we listen with great care.

    On the darkest of nights
    We cherish, we delight
    The moon lends us sight.

    The cold wind blows
    Through the bare boughs
    There is only one sound;
    A gun turning a God into a mound.

    On the darkest of nights
    We weep, we cry
    The moon stays cold.

    How could man do this?
    We kill only to feed
    The men never miss
    We hide ourselves and our shame.

    On the darkest of nights
    We stay hidden, we do not cry
    We glare at the men; it is our right
    The moon will hear it's revenge tonight.