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