The moon's constant mistress
And the lonely owl my marrow
The flaming brake and the nightcrow
Make me to my sorrow
The moon embrace her shepherd
And the queen of d**h her slaves
While the first does born
The star does morn...
With an host of furious fancies
Where of I am commander
With a burning spear
And a horse of air
I know more then mortals
For oft when then lie sleeping
I see the stars at mortal wars
In the star lit cosmic weeping
By a spell of darkest might
I summoned am to battle
Morn and eve,day and night
To slain the christian cattle